John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Adelaide Anne Procter. (1825–1864) (continued) |
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Joy is like restless day; but peace divine Like quiet night; Lead me, O Lord,—till perfect Day shall shine Through Peace to Light. |
Per Pacem ad Lucem. |
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Dreams grow holy put in action; work grows fair through starry dreaming, But where each flows on unmingling, both are fruitless and in vain. |
Philip and Mildred. |
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Seated one day at the organ, I was weary and ill at ease, And my fingers wandered idly Over the noisy keys. |
A lost Chord. |
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It seemed the harmonious echo From our discordant life. |
A lost Chord. |
Bayard Taylor. (1825–1878) |
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Till the sun grows cold, And the stars are old, And the leaves of the Judgment Book unfold. |
Bedouin Song. |
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They sang of love, and not of fame; Forgot was Britain’s glory; Each heart recalled a different name, But all sang Annie Lawrie. |
The Song of the Camp. |
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The bravest are the tenderest,— The loving are the daring. |
The Song of the Camp. |
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Shelved round us lie The mummied authors. |
The Poet’s Journal. Third Evening. |