John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Rose Hartwik Thorpe 1850- ? John Bartlett
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| England’s sun was slowly setting o’er the hill-tops far away, Filling all the land with beauty at the close of one sad day; And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,— He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair; He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white, Struggled to keep back the murmur, “Curfew must not ring to-night.” |
| Curfew must not ring To-night. |