John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| James Maurice Thompson. (1844–1901) |
| 7983 |
| When Spring is old, and dewy winds Blow from the south, with odors sweet, I see my love, in shadowy groves, Speed down dark aisles on shining feet. |
| Atalanta’s Race. |
| 7984 |
| She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses’ breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death. |
| Atalanta’s Race. |
| 7985 |
| Bubble, bubble, flows the stream Like an old tune through a dream. |
| In Haunts of Bass and Bream. |
| Richard Watson Gilder. (1844–1909) |
| 7986 |
| Not from the whole wide world I chose thee, Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea! The wide, wide world could not inclose thee, For thou art the whole wide world to me. |
| Song. |
| 7987 |
| Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way That leads from darkness to the perfect day! |
| After-song. |
| 7988 |
| I am a woman—therefore I may not Call to him, cry to him, Fly to him, Bid him delay not. |
| A Woman’s Thought. |
| 7989 |
| O white and midnight sky, O starry bath, Wash me in thy pure, heavenly crystal flood: Cleanse me, ye stars, from earthly soil and scath— Let not one taint remain in spirit or blood! |
| The celestial Passion. |