John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| James Matthews Legaré (1823–1859) (continued) |
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| Thou in thy lake dost see Thyself: so she Beholds her image in her eyes Reflected. Thus did Venus rise From out the sea. |
| To a Lily. |
| Bartholomew Dowling. (1823–1863) |
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| We meet neath the sounding rafter, And the walls around are bare; As they shout back our peals of laughter It seems that the dead are there. Ho! stand to your glasses steady! ’T is all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already,— Hurrah for the next that dies! 1 |
| The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
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| Who dreads to the dust returning? Who shrinks from the sable shore, Where the high and haughty yearning Of the soul can sting no more? |
| The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
| George Henry Boker. (1823–1890) |
| 7508 |
| “Freedom!” their battle-cry,— “Freedom! or leave to die!” |
| The Black Regiment. |
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| Love is that orbit of the restless soul Whose circle grazes the confines of space, Bounding within the limits of its race Utmost extremes. |
| Sonnet. Love. |
| Note 1. Often attributed to Alfred Domett. [back] |