John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Mary Gardiner Brainard. (1837–1905) (continued) |
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That which we look on with unselfish love And true humility is surely ours, Even as a lake looks at the stars above And makes within itself a heaven of stars. |
Ownership. |
Sir Francis Cowley Burnand. (1837– ?) |
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It ’s no matter what you do If your heart be only true, And his heart was true to Poll. |
True to Poll. |
William Dean Howells. (1837–1920) |
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We live, but a world has passed away With the years that perished to make us men. |
The Mulberries. |
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Lord, for the erring thought Not into evil wrought: Lord, for the wicked will Betrayed and baffled still: For the heart from itself kept, Our thanksgiving accept. |
Thanksgiving. |
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Her mouth is a honey-blossom, No doubt, as the poet sings; But within her lips, the petals, Lurks a cruel bee that stings. |
The sarcastic Fair. |
Mary Abigail (Gail Hamilton) Dodge. (1838–1896) |
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Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his private property, as much as if he had never written a word. |
Country Living and Country Thinking. Preface. |
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The total depravity of inanimate things. |
Epigram. |