John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Algernon Charles Swinburne. (1837–1909) (continued) |
| 7871 |
| A baby’s feet, like sea-shells pink Might tempt, should heaven see meet, An angel’s lips to kiss, we think, A baby’s feet. |
| Etude réalistique. |
| 7872 |
| Like rose-hued sea-flowers toward the heat, They stretch and spread and wink Their ten soft buds that part and meet. |
| Etude réalistique. |
| 7873 |
| The sweetest flowers in all the world— A baby’s hands. |
| Etude réalistique. |
| 7874 |
| Though our works Find righteous or unrighteous judgment, this At least is ours, to make them righteous. |
| Marini Faliero. Act iii. Sc. 1. |
| 7875 |
| My loss may shine yet goodlier than your gain When Time and God give judgment. |
| Marini Faliero. Act. v. Sc. 2. |
| 7876 |
| Is not Precedent indeed a King of men? |
| A Word from the Psalmist. |
| 7877 |
| Fear that makes faith may break faith. |
| Bothwell. Act i. Sc. 3. |
| 7878 |
| There grows No herb of help to heal a coward heart. |
| Bothwell. Act ii. Sc. 13. |
| 7879 |
| The thorns he spares when the rose is taken; The rocks are left when he wastes the plain; The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken, These remain. |
| A forsaken Garden. |
| 7880 |
| Though one were fair as roses His beauty clouds and closes. |
| The Garden of Proserpine. |
| 7881 |
| Gone deeper than all plummets sound. |
| Félise. |
| 7882 |
| Ah that such sweet things should be fleet, Such fleet things sweet! |
| Félise. |