John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Henry Wadsworth Longfellow. (1807–1882) (continued) |
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| Trust no future, howe’er pleasant! Let the dead Past bury its dead! Act, act in the living present! Heart within, and God o’erhead! |
| A Psalm of Life. |
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| Lives of great men all remind us We can make our lives sublime, And departing, leave behind us Footprints on the sands of time. |
| A Psalm of Life. |
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| Let us, then, be up and doing, With a heart for any fate; 1 Still achieving, still pursuing, Learn to labour and to wait. |
| A Psalm of Life. |
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| There is a reaper whose name is Death, 2 And with his sickle keen He reaps the bearded grain at a breath, And the flowers that grow between. |
| The Reaper and the Flowers. |
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| The star of the unconquered will. |
| The Light of Stars. |
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| Oh, fear not in a world like this, And thou shalt know erelong,— Know how sublime a thing it is To suffer and be strong. |
| The Light of Stars. |
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| Spake full well, in language quaint and olden, One who dwelleth by the castled Rhine, When he called the flowers, so blue and golden, Stars, that in earth’s firmament do shine. |
| Flowers. |
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| The hooded clouds, like friars, Tell their beads in drops of rain. |
| Midnight Mass. |
| Note 1. See Byron, page 553. [back] |
| Note 2. There is a Reaper whose name is death.—Arnim and Brentano. Erntelied. (From “Des Knaben Wunderhorn,” ed. 1857, vol. i. p. 59.) [back] |