John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Pleasure with pain for leaven,Summer with flowers that fell,
Remembrance fallen from heaven,
And Madness risen from hell,
Strength without hands to smite,
Love that endures for a breath;
Night, the shadow of light,
And Life, the shadow of death.
Atalanta in Calydon. Chorus. |
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His speech is a burning fire. |
Atalanta in Calydon. Chorus. |
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His life is a watch or a vision Between a sleep and a sleep. |
Atalanta in Calydon. Chorus. |
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At the door of life by the gate of breath, There are worse things waiting for men than death. |
The Triumph of Time. |
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And lo, between the sundawn and the sun His day’s work and his night’s work are undone: And lo, between the nightfall and the light, He is not, and none knoweth of such an one. |
Laus Veneris. |
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Ah, yet would God this flesh of mine might be Where air might wash and long leaves cover me; Where tides of grass break into foam of flowers, Or where the wind’s feet shine along the sea. |
Laus Veneris. |
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Marvellous mercies and infinite love. |
Les Noyades. |
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Forget that I remember And dream that I forget. |
Rococo. |
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Our way is where God knows And Love knows where: We are in Love’s hand to-day. |
Love at Sea. |
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Despair the twin-born of devotion. |
Dolores. |