John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Sir Thomas Noon Talfourd 1795-1854 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| So his life has flowed From its mysterious urn a sacred stream, In whose calm depth the beautiful and pure Alone are mirrored; which, though shapes of ill May hover round its surface, glides in light, And takes no shadow from them. |
| Ion. Act i. Sc. 1. |
| 2 |
| ’T is a little thing To give a cup of water; yet its draught Of cool refreshment, drained by fevered lips, May give a shock of pleasure to the frame More exquisite than when nectarean juice Renews the life of joy in happiest hours. |
| Ion. Act i. Sc. 2. |
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| Fill the seats of justice With good men, not so absolute in goodness As to forget what human frailty is. |
| Ion. Act v. |
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| In ourselves In our own honest hearts and chainless hands Will be our safeguard: |
| Ion. Act v. |
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| Nevermore Let the great interests of the State depend Upon the thousand chances that may sway A piece of human frailty; swear to me That ye will seek hereafter in yourselves The means of sovereignty. |
| Ion. Act v. |