John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Frederick Locker-Lampson. (1821–1895) (continued) |
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| What an arm—what a waist For an arm! |
| To My Grandmother. |
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| The world ’s as ugly, ay, as Sin,— And almost as delightful. |
| The Jester’s Plea. |
| Thomas Buchanan Read. (1822–1872) |
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| Within the sober realm of leafless trees, The russet year inhaled the dreamy air; Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease, When all the fields are lying brown and bare. |
| The closing Scene. Sc. i. |
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| My soul to-day Is far away Sailing the Vesuvian Bay. |
| Drifting. |
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| With dreamful eyes My spirit lies Under the walls of Paradise. |
| Drifting. |
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| Yon deep bark goes Where Traffic blows From lands of sun to lands of snows;— Yon happier one, Its course is run From lands of snow to lands of sun. |
| Drifting. |
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| We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses, Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn. |
| The new pastoral Book. |
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| O Night! most beautiful and rare! Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue, And through the azure fields of air Bring’st down the gentle dew. |
| Night. |
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| The terrible rumble, grumble and roar Telling the battle was on once more— And Sheridan twenty miles away! |
| Sheridan’s Ride. |