John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| John (Milton) Hay. (1838–1905) (continued) |
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| He were n’t no saint—but at jedgment I’d run my chance with Jim. ’Longside of some pious gentlemen That would n’t shook hands with him. He seen his duty, a dead-sure thing— And went for it thar and then; And Christ ain’t a-going to be too hard On a man that died for men. |
| Jim Bludso. |
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| At my door the Pale Horse stands To carry me to unknown lands. |
| The Stirrup Cup. |
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| The people will come to their own at last,— God is not mocked forever. |
| The Sphynx of the Tuileries. |
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| I think that saving a little child And bringing him to his own, Is a derned sight better business Than loafing around the throne. |
| Little Breeches. |
| Margaret Elizabeth Sangster. (1838–1912) |
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| I know—yet my arms are empty, That fondly folded seven, And the mother heart within me Is almost starved for heaven. |
| Are the Children at Home. |
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| Never yet was a springtime, Late though lingered the snow, That the sap stirred not at the whisper Of the southwind, sweet and low; Never yet was a springtime When the buds forgot to blow. |
| Awakening. |