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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Edwin Arnold

  • Almond blossom, sent to teach us
  • That the spring days soon will reach us.
  • Blossom of the almond trees,
  • April’s gift to April’s bees.
  • Early violets blue and white
  • Dying for their love of light.
  • He who died at Azan sends
  • This to comfort all his friends:
  • Faithful friends! It lies I know
  • Pale and white and cold as snow;
  • And ye say, “Abdallah’s dead”!
  • Weeping at the feet and head,
  • I can see your falling tears,
  • I can hear your sighs and prayers;
  • Yet I smile and whisper this:
  • I am not the thing you kiss.
  • Cease your tears and let it lie;
  • It was mine—it is not I.
  • The sunbeams dropped
  • Their gold, and, passing in porch and niche,
  • Softened to shadows, silvery, pale, and dim,
  • As if the very Day paused and grew Eve.
  • Pity and need
  • Make all flesh kin. There is no caste in blood.
  • Who doth right deeds
  • Is twice born, and who doeth ill deeds vile.
  • With a bee in every bell,
  • Almond bloom, we greet thee well.
  • A little rain will fill the lily’s cup, which hardly moists the field.

    It makes sweet human music,—oh! the spells that haunt the trembling tale a bright-eyed maiden tells!

    Life, which all creatures love and strive to keep,—wonderful, dear and pleasant unto each, even to the meanest,—yea, a boon to all where pity is; for pity makes the world soft to the weak and noble for the strong.

    Making all futures fruits of all the past.

    Oh, the spells that haunt the trembling tale a bright-eyed maiden tells!

    Pity makes the world soft to the weak, and noble for the strong.

    The ordered music of the marching orbs.

    There is no caste in blood.

    Yet who shall shut out fate?