John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Helen (Fiske) Hunt Jackson. (1830–1885) |
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All lost things are in the angels’ keeping, Love; No past is dead for us, but only sleeping, Love. |
At last. |
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Like a blind spinner in the sun, I tread my days: I know that all the threads will run Appointed ways. I know each day will bring its task, And being blind no more I ask. |
Spinning. |
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On the king’s gate the moss grew gray; The king came not. They called him dead And made his eldest son one day Slave in his father’s stead. |
Coronation. |
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Father, I scarcely dare to pray, So clear I see, now it is done, How I have wasted half my day, And left my work but just begun. |
A last Prayer. |
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The voice of one who goes before, to make The paths of June more beautiful, is thine Sweet May! |
May. |
Edward Robert, Earl of Lytton (Owen Meredith) Bulwer-Lytton. (1831–1891) |
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The world is filled with folly and sin, And Love must cling, where it can, I say: For Beauty is easy enough to win; But one is n’t loved every day. |
Changes. |
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We may live without poetry, music and art; We may live without conscience and live without heart; We may live without friends; we may live without books; But civilized man can not live without cooks. |