John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay. (18001859)
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
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]