John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Franis Thompson 1859-1907 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| I fear to love you, Sweet, because Love’s the ambassador of loss. |
| To Olivia. |
| 2 |
| The hills look over on the South, And Southward dreams the sea; And with the sea-breeze hand in hand, Came innocence and she. |
| Daisy. |
| 3 |
| 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. |
| 4 |
| 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. |