|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Buchanan Read. (18221872)|
| Within the sober realm of leafless trees,|
The russet year inhaled the dreamy air;
Like some tanned reaper, in his hour of ease,
When all the fields are lying brown and bare.
| The closing Scene. Sc. i.|
| My soul to-day|
Is far away
Sailing the Vesuvian Bay.
| With dreamful eyes|
My spirit lies
Under the walls of Paradise.
| Yon deep bark goes|
Where Traffic blows
From lands of sun to lands of snows;
Yon happier one,
Its course is run
From lands of snow to lands of sun.
| We bring roses, beautiful fresh roses,|
Dewy as the morning and colored like the dawn.
| The new pastoral Book.|
| O Night! most beautiful and rare!|
Thou givest the heavens their holiest hue,
And through the azure fields of air
Bringst down the gentle dew.
| The terrible rumble, grumble and roar|
Telling the battle was on once more
And Sheridan twenty miles away!
| Sheridans Ride.|