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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Ernest Henley. (1849–1903) (continued)
 
8041
    It matters not how strait the gate,
  How charged with punishments the scroll,
I am the master of my fate,
  I am the captain of my soul. 1 
          To R. T. H. B.
8042
    Life is (I think) a blunder and a shame.
          In Hospital.
8043
          Far in the stillness a cat
Languishes loudly.
          In Hospital.
8044
    From the winter’s gray despair,
From the summer’s golden languor,
Death, the lover of Life,
Frees us for ever.
          In Hospital.
 
Robert Louis Stevenson. (1850–1894)
 
8045
    Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
  Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask: the heaven above
  And the road below me.
          The Vagabond.
8046
    In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
          Bed in Summer.
8047
    The pleasant Land of Counterpane.
          The Land of Counterpane.
8048
    Youth now flees on feathered foot.
          To Will H. Low.
8049
    The world is so full of a number of things,
I ’m sure we should all be as happy as kings.
          Couplet.
 
Note 1.
Arise, O Soul, and gird thee up anew,
  Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate;
No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue:
  Be the proud captain still of thine own fate.
James Benjamin Kenyon. [back]