John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Rihard Le Gallienne 1866-1947 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| Yea, howso we dream, Or how bravely we do; The end is the same, Be we traitor or true: And after the bloom And the passion is past Death comes at last. |
| An old Man’s Song. |
| 2 |
| Time’s horses gallop down the lessening hill. |
| Time flies. |
| 3 |
| There’s too much beauty upon this earth For lonely men to bear. |
| A Ballad of too much Beauty. |