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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Alexander Smith. (1830–1867) (continued)
 
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              Each time we love,
We turn a nearer and a broader mark
To that keen archer, Sorrow, and he strikes.
          City Poem: A Boy’s Dream.
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    Time has fallen asleep in the afternoon sunshine.
          City Poem: Dreamthorpe.
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      The man who in this world can keep the whiteness of his soul is not likely to lose it in any other.
          City Poem: Dreamthorpe.
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      Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
          City Poem: The Fear of Dying.
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      Everything is sweetened by risk.
          City Poem: The Fear of Dying.
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      In life there is nothing more unexpected and surprising than the arrivals and departures of pleasure. If we find it in one place to-day, it is vain to seek it there to-morrow. You can not lay a trap for it.
          City Poem: The Fear of Dying.
 
Paul Hamilton Hayne. (1830–1886)
 
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    I think, ofttimes, that lives of men may be
Likened to wandering winds that come and go
Not knowing whence they rise, whither they blow
O’er the vast globe, voiceful of grief or glee.
          A Comparison.
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    This is my world! within these narrow walls,
I own a princely service.
          My Study.
 
Christina Georgina Rossetti. (1830–1894)
 
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    Hope is like a harebell, trembling from its birth,
Love is like a rose, the joy of all the earth,
Faith is like a lily, lifted high and white,
Love is like a lovely rose, the world’s delight.
Harebells and sweet lilies show a thornless growth,
But the rose with all its thorns excels them both.
          Hope is like a Harebell.