John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Jean Ingelow 1820-1897 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Crowds of bees are giddy with clover Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet, Crowds of larks at their matins hang over, Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet. |
| Divided. |
| 2 |
| But two are walking apart forever And wave their hands for a mute farewell. |
| Divided. |
| 3 |
| A sweeter woman ne’er drew breath Than my sonne’s wife, Elizabeth. |
| The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire. |
| 4 |
| Man dwells apart, though not alone, He walks among his peers unread; The best of thoughts which he hath known For lack of listeners are not said. |
| Afterthought. |
| 5 |
| How short our happy days appear! How long the sorrowful! |
| The Mariner’s Cave. |
| 6 |
| To bear, to nurse, to rear, To watch and then to lose, To see my bright ones disappear, Drawn up like morning dews. |
| Songs of Seven. Seven times Six. |