John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Miscellaneous. (continued) |
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| When the sun’s last rays are fading Into twilight soft and dim. |
| Theodore L. Barker: Thou wilt think of me again. |
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| Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherish’d thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears. |
| Mrs. (David) Porter: Thou hast wounded the Spirit. |
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| Rattle his bones over the stones! He ’s only a pauper, whom nobody owns! |
| Thomas Noel: The Pauper’s Ride. |
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| In the days when we went gypsying A long time ago; The lads and lassies in their best Were dress’d from top to toe. |
| Edwin Ransford: In the Days when we went Gypsying. |
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| Speak gently! ’t is a little thing Dropp’d in the heart’s deep well; The good, the joy, that it may bring Eternity shall tell. |
| G. W. Langford: Speak gently. |
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| Hope tells a flattering tale, 1 Delusive, vain, and hollow. Ah! let not hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow. |
| Miss —— Wrother: The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86. |
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| Nose, nose, nose, nose! And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose. |
| Ravenscroft: Deuteromela, Song No. 7. 2 (1609.) |
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| The mother said to her daughter, “Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter’s daughter hath a daughter.” |
| George Hakewill: Apologie. Book iii. Chap. v. Sect. 9. 3 |
| Note 1. Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah! naught my sighs avail, For Love is doomed to mourn. Anonymous (air by Giovanni Paisiello, 1741–1816): Universal Songster, vol. i. p. 320. [back] |
| Note 2. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Knight of the Burning Pestle, act i. sc. 3. [back] |
| Note 3. Hakewill translated this from the “Theatrum Vitæ Humanæ,” vol. iii. [back] |