John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Phillips Brooks 1835-1893 John Bartlett
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| O little town of Bethlehem, How still we see thee lie! Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting Light; The hopes and fears of all the years Are met in thee to-night. |
| O little Town of Bethlehem. |
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| Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues. |
| Literature and Life. |