| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay. (18001859) (continued) |
| | And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout? And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread? |
| The Battle of Naseby. |
| 6168 | | Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons. 1 |
| Political Georgics. |
| | | J. Augustus Wade. (18001875) |
| | | 6169 | Meet me by moonlight alone, And then I will tell you a tale Must be told by the moonlight alone, In the grove at the end of the vale! You must promise to come, for I said I would show the night-flowers their queen. Nay, turn not away that sweet head, T is the loveliest ever was seen. |
| Meet me by Moonlight. |
| 6170 | T were vain to tell thee all I feel, Or say for thee Id die. Ah, well-a-day, the sweetest melody Could never, never say, one half my love for thee. |
| T were vain to tell. |
| | | Lord Charles Neaves. (18001876) |
| | | 6171 | Pouter, tumbler and fantail are from the same source; The racer and hack may be traced to one horse; So men were developed from monkeys of course, 2 Which nobody can deny. |
| The Origin of Species. |
| | Note 1. Macaulay, in a letter, June 29, 1831, says I sent these lines to the Times about three years ago. [back] | Note 2. See Lord Beaconsfield, page 625. [back] |
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