John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Sir William Watson. (18581935) 8132
Deemest thou labor Only is earnest? Grave is all beauty, Solemn is joy.
England my Mother. Part iv. 8133
Empires dissolve and peoples disappear, Song passes not away.
Lacrymae Musarum. 8134
In this world with starry dome, Floored with gemlike plains and seas, Shall I never feel at home, Never wholly be at ease?
On from room to room I stray, Yet mine Host can neer espy, And I know not to this day, Whether guest or captive I.
Francis Thompson. (18591907) 8136
I fear to love you, Sweet, because Loves the ambassador of loss.
To Olivia. 8137
The hills look over on the South, And Southward dreams the sea; And with the sea-breeze hand in hand, Came innocence and she.
Little Jesus, wast Thou shy Once, and just so small as I? And what did it feel to be Out of Heaven and just like me?
Ex Ore Infantum. 8139
I fled Him, down the nights and down the days; I fled Him, down the arches of the years; I fled Him, down the labyrinthine ways Of my own mind; and in the midst of tears I hid from Him, and under running laughter.
The Hound of Heaven.