John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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James Russell Lowell. (1819–1891) (continued) |
Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. |
The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
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’T is heaven alone that is given away; ’T is only God may be had for the asking. |
The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
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And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. |
The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
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Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it. |
The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
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Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how. |
The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
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Who gives himself with his alms feeds three,— Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. |
The Vision of Sir Launfal. Part Second. viii. |
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A reading-machine, always wound up and going, He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing. |
A Fable for Critics. |
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There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on; Whose prose is grand verse while his verse the Lord knows Is some of it pr— No, ’t is not even prose! |
A Fable for Critics. |
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Nature fits all her children with something to do. |
A Fable for Critics. |
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Ez fer war, I call it murder,— There you hev it plain an’ flat; I don’t want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . . . An’ you’ve gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God. |
The Biglow Papers. First Series. No. i. |