| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| James Maurice Thompson. (18441901) |
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| 1 | When Spring is old, and dewy winds Blow from the south, with odors sweet, I see my love, in shadowy groves, Speed down dark aisles on shining feet. |
| Atalantas Race. |
| 2 | She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death. |
| Atalantas Race. |
| 3 | Bubble, bubble, flows the stream Like an old tune through a dream. |
| In Haunts of Bass and Bream. |
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