John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued) |
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| Italy, my Italy! Queen Mary’s saying serves for me (When fortune’s malice Lost her Calais): “Open my heart, and you will see Graved inside of it ‘Italy.’” |
| De Gustibus. ii. |
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| That’s the wise thrush; he sings each song twice over, Lest you should think he never could recapture The first fine careless rapture. |
| Home-Thoughts from Abroad. ii. |
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| God made all the creatures, and gave them our love and our fear, To give sign we and they are his children, one family here. |
| Saul. vi. |
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| How good is man’s life, the mere living! how fit to employ All the heart and the soul and the senses forever in joy! |
| Saul. ix. |
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| ’T is not what man does which exalts him, but what man would do. |
| Saul. xviii. |
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| O woman-country! 1 wooed not wed, Loved all the more by earth’s male-lands, Laid to their hearts instead. |
| By the Fireside. vi. |
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| That great brow And the spirit-small hand propping it. |
| By the Fireside. xxiii. |
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| If two lives join, there is oft a scar. They are one and one, with a shadowy third; One near one is too far. |
| By the Fireside. xlvi. |
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| Only I discern Infinite passion, and the pain Of finite hearts that yearn. |
| Two in the Campagna. xii. |
| Note 1. Italy. [back] |