John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Louise Chandler Moulton. (continued) |
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| I hied me off to Arcady— The month it was the month of May, And all along the pleasant way, The morning birds were mad with glee, And all the flowers sprang up to see, As I went on to Arcady. 1 |
| The Secret of Arcady. |
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| This Life is a fleeting breath, And whither and how shall I go, When I wander away with Death By a path that I do not know? |
| When I wander away with Death. |
| Henry Codman Potter. (1835–1908) |
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| We have exchanged the Washingtonian dignity for the Jeffersonian simplicity, which was in truth only another name for the Jacksonian vulgarity. |
| Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul’s Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889. |
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| If there be no nobility of descent, all the more indispensable is it that there should be nobility of ascent,—a character in them that bear rule so fine and high and pure that as men come within the circle of its influence they involuntarily pay homage to that which is the one pre-eminent distinction, the royalty of virtue. |
| Address at the Washington Centennial Service in St. Paul’s Chapel, New York, April 30, 1889. |
| Mark (Samuel Langhorne Clemens) Twain. (1835–1910) |
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| This is petrified truth. |
| A Complaint about Correspondents. |
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| This poor little one-horse town. |
| The Undertaker’s Story. |
| Note 1. See Henry C. Bunner, page 834. [back] |