John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Louis Stevenson. (1850–1894) (continued) |
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| Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie. Glad did I live, and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: “Here he lies, where he longed to be; Home is the sailor, home from the sea, And the hunter home from the hill.” |
| Requiem (and Epitaph). |
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| The cruelest lies are often told in silence. |
| Virginibus Puerisque. |
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| Old and young we are all on our last cruise. |
| Crabbed Age and Youth. |
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| For God’s sake give me the young man who has brains enough to make a fool of himself. |
| Crabbed Age and Youth. |
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| Youth is wholly experimental. |
| A Letter to a young Gentleman. |
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| Vanity dies hard; in some obstinate cases it outlives the man. |
| Prince Otto. |
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| Let any man speak long enough, he will get believers. |
| The Master of Ballantrae. |
| Eugene Field. (1850–1895) |
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| A little peach in an orchard grew,— A little peach of emerald hue; Warmed by the sun and wet by the dew It grew. |
| The little Peach. |
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| We twain Discussed with buoyant hearts The various things that appertain To bibliomaniac arts. |
| Dibdin’s Ghost. |