John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Henry Howard Brownell. (1820–1872) (continued) |
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| Since what unnumbered year Hast thou kept watch and ward And o’er the buried Land of Fear So grimly held thy guard? |
| The Sphynx. |
| Jean Ingelow. (1820–1897) |
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| Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. |
| Divided. |
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| But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell. |
| Divided. |
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| A sweeter woman ne’er drew breath Than my sonne’s wife, Elizabeth. |
| The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire. |
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| Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said. |
| Afterthought. |
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| How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful! |
| The Mariner’s Cave. |
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| To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch and then to lose, To see my bright ones disappear, Drawn up like morning dews. |
| Songs of Seven. Seven times Six. |