John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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John Greenleaf Whittier. (1807–1892) |
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So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn Which once he wore; The glory from his gray hairs gone For evermore! |
Ichabod. |
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When faith is lost, when honor dies The man is dead! |
Ichabod. |
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Making their lives a prayer. |
To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses. |
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Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time, So “Bonnie Doon” but tarry; Blot out the epic’s stately rhyme, But spare his “Highland Mary!” |
Line on Burns. |
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For of all sad words of tongue or pen, The saddest are these: “It might have been!” 1 |
Maud Muller. |
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Perish with him the folly that seeks through evil good. |
Brown of Ossawatomie. |
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The hope of all who suffer, The dread of all who wrong. |
The Mantle of St. John de Matha. |
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I know not where His islands lift Their fronded palms in air; I only know I cannot drift Beyond His love and care. |
The eternal Goodness. |
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Again the shadow moveth o’er The dial-plate of time. |
The New Year. |
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Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight, Through present wrong the eternal right; |
Note 1. Francis Bret Harte: Mrs. Judge Jenkins. More sad are these we daily see: It is, but had n’t ought to be. [back] |