John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| George Pope Morris. (1802–1864) (continued) |
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| Near the lake where drooped the willow, Long time ago! |
| Near the Lake. |
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| In teaching me the way to live It taught me how to die. |
| My Mother’s Bible. |
| Albert Gorton Greene. (1802–1868) |
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| Old Grimes is dead, that good old man We never shall see more; He used to wear a long black coat All buttoned down before. 1 |
| Old Grimes. |
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| Fill every beaker up, my men, pour forth the cheering wine: There’s life and strength in every drop,—thanksgiving to the vine! |
| The Baron’s last Banquet. |
| Lydia Maria Child. (1802–1880) |
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| Pillars are fallen at thy feet, Fanes quiver in the air, A prostrate city is thy seat, And thou alone art there. |
| Marius amid the Ruins of Carthage. |
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| Genius hath electric power Which earth can never tame, Bright suns may scorch and dark clouds lower, Its flash is still the same. |
| Marius amid the Ruins of Carthage. |
| Note 1. John Lee is dead, that good old man,— We ne’er shall see him more; He used to wear an old drab coat All buttoned down before. To the memory of John Lee, who died May 21, 1823. An Inscription in Matherne Churchyard. Old Abram Brown is dead and gone,— You’ll never see him more; He used to wear a long brown coat That buttoned down before. Halliwell: Nursery Rhymes of England, p. 60. [back] |