John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Thomas Bailey Aldrich. (1836–1907) (continued) |
| 7816 |
| Here is woe, a self and not the mask of woe. |
| Andromeda. |
| 7817 |
| That was indeed to live— At one bold swoop to wrest From darkling death the best That Death to Life can give! |
| Shaw. Memorial Ode. |
| 7818 |
| What is more cheerful, now, in the fall of the year, than an open-wood-fire? Do you hear those little chirps and twitters coming out of that piece of apple-wood? Those are the ghosts of the robins and blue-birds that sang upon the bough when it was in blossom last Spring. In Summer whole flocks of them come fluttering about the fruit-trees under the window: so I have singing birds all the year round. |
| Miss Mehitabel’s Son. |
| Joseph Chamberlain. (1836–1914) |
| 7819 |
| London is the clearing-house of the world. |
| Speech. Guildhall, London, Jan. 19, 1904. |
| 7820 |
| The day of small nations has passed away; the day of Empires has come. |
| Speech. Birmingham, May 13, 1904. |
| Sir William Schwenck Gilbert. (1836–1911) |
| 7821 |
| You have a daughter, Captain Reese, Ten female cousins and a niece, A ma, if what I’m told is true, Six sisters and an aunt or two. Now, somehow, Sir, it seems to me, More friendly-like we all should be If you united of them to Unmarried members of the crew. |
| Captain Reese. |