John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Makepeace Thackeray. (1811–1863) (continued) |
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| The play is done; the curtain drops, Slow falling to the prompter’s bell A moment yet the actor stops And looks around to say farewell. It is an irksome word and task: And when he’s laughed and said his say He shows, as he removes the mask, A face that’s anything but gay. |
| The End of the Play. |
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| Christmas is here: Winds whistle shrill, Icy and chill. Little care we; Little we fear Weather without, Sheltered about The Mahogany Tree. |
| The Mahogany Tree. |
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| Werther had a love for Charlotte Such as words could never utter; Would you know how first he met her? She was cutting bread and butter. |
| Sorrows of Werther. |
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| Charlotte, having seen his body Borne before her on a shutter, Like a well-conducted person, Went on cutting bread and butter. |
| Sorrows of Werther. |
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| Ho, pretty page, with the dimpled chin That never has known the barber’s shear, All your wish is woman to win, This is the way that boys begin. Wait till you come to Forty Year. |
| The Age of Wisdom. |
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| Then sing as Martin Luther sang, As Doctor Martin Luther sang, “Who loves not wine, woman and song, He is a fool his whole life long.” |
| A Credo. |