John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued) |
| 7108 |
| Round and round, like a dance of snow In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go Floating the women faded for ages, Sculptured in stone on the poet’s pages. |
| Women and Roses. |
| 7109 |
| How he lies in his rights of a man! Death has done all death can. And absorbed in the new life he leads, He recks not, he heeds Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike On his senses alike, And are lost in the solemn and strange Surprise of the change. |
| After. |
| 7110 |
| Ah, did you once see Shelley plain, And did he stop and speak to you, And did you speak to him again? How strange it seems, and new! |
| Memorabilia. i. |
| 7111 |
| He who did well in war just earns the right To begin doing well in peace. |
| Luria. Act ii. |
| 7112 |
| And inasmuch as feeling, the East’s gift, Is quick and transient,—comes, and lo! is gone, While Northern thought is slow and durable. |
| Luria. Act v. |
| 7113 |
| A people is but the attempt of many To rise to the completer life of one; And those who live as models for the mass Are singly of more value than they all. |
| Luria. Act v. |
| 7114 |
| I count life just a stuff To try the soul’s strength on. |
| In a Balcony. |
| 7115 |
| Was there nought better than to enjoy? No feat which, done, would make time break, And let us pent-up creatures through Into eternity, our due? No forcing earth teach heaven’s employ? |
| Dis aliter visum; or, Le Byron de nos Jours. |