John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Sir William Schwenck Gilbert. (1836–1911) (continued) |
| “Is it weakness of intellect, birdie?” I cried, “Or a rather tough worm in your little inside?” With a shake of his poor little head he replied, “Oh, Willow, titwillow, titwillow!” |
| The Suicide’s Grave. |
| 7834 |
| My object all sublime I shall achieve in time— To let the punishment fit the crime. |
| The humane Mikado. |
| 7835 |
| Life’s a pudding full of plums; Care’s a canker that benumbs, Wherefore waste our elocution On impossible solution? Life’s a pleasant institution, Let us take it as it comes! |
| The tangled Skein. |
| 7836 |
| Man is nature’s sole mistake. |
| Princess Ida. |
| 7837 |
| As innocent as a new-laid egg. |
| Engaged. |
| William Winter. (1836–1917) |
| 7838 |
| Though all the bards of earth were dead, And all their music passed away, What Nature wishes should be said She’ll find the rightful voice to say. |
| The golden Silence. |
| 7839 |
| When will the dead world cease to dream, When will the morning break? |
| The Night Watch. |
| 7840 |
| White sail upon the ocean verge, Just crimsoned by the setting sun, Thou hast thy port beyond the surge, Thy happy homeward course to run And winged hope, with heart of fire, To gain the bliss of thy desire. |
| Arthur. |