John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Southey. (1774–1843) (continued) |
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| And last of all an Admiral came, A terrible man with a terrible name,— A name which you all know by sight very well, But which no one can speak, and no one can spell. |
| The March to Moscow. Stanza 8. |
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| They sin who tell us love can die; With life all other passions fly, All others are but vanity. . . . . . Love is indestructible, Its holy flame forever burneth; From heaven it came, to heaven returneth. . . . . . It soweth here with toil and care, But the harvest-time of love is there. |
| The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. Stanza 10. |
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| Oh, when a mother meets on high The babe she lost in infancy, Hath she not then for pains and fears, The day of woe, the watchful night, For all her sorrow, all her tears, An over-payment of delight? |
| The Curse of Kehama. Canto x. Stanza 11. |
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| Thou hast been called, O sleep! the friend of woe; But ’t is the happy that have called thee so. |
| The Curse of Kehama. Canto xv. Stanza 11. |
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| The Satanic school. |
| Vision of Judgment. Original Preface. |
| Charles Lamb. (1775–1834) |
| 5314 |
| The red-letter days now become, to all intents and purposes, dead-letter days. |
| Oxford in the Vacation. |
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| For with G. D., to be absent from the body is sometimes (not to speak profanely) to be present with the Lord. |
| Oxford in the Vacation. |
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| A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game. |
| Mrs. Battle’s Opinions on Whist. |