| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Ralph Waldo Emerson. (18031882) (continued) |
| | | 6250 | | What potent blood hath modest May! |
| May-Day. |
| 6251 | And striving to be man, the worm Mounts through all the spires of form. |
| May-Day. |
| 6252 | And every man, in love or pride, Of his fate is ever wide. |
| Nemesis. |
| 6253 | None shall rule but the humble, And none but Toil shall have. |
| Boston Hymn. 1863. |
| 6254 | Oh, tenderly the haughty day Fills his blue urn with fire. |
| Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857. |
| 6255 | Go put your creed into your deed, Nor speak with double tongue. |
| Ode, Concord, July 4, 1857. |
| 6256 | So nigh is grandeur to our dust, So near is God to man, When Duty whispers low, Thou must, The youth replies, I can! |
| Voluntaries. |
| 6257 | Whoever fights, whoever falls, Justice conquers evermore. |
| Voluntaries. |
| 6258 | Nor sequent centuries could hit Orbit and sum of Shakespeares wit. |
| Solution. |
| 6259 | Born for success he seemed, With grace to win, with heart to hold, With shining gifts that took all eyes. |
| In Memoriam. |
| 6260 | Nor mourn the unalterable Days That Genius goes and Folly stays. |
| In Memoriam. |
| 6261 | Fear not, then, thou child infirm; Theres no god dare wrong a worm. |
| Compensation. |
| 6262 | He thought it happier to be dead, To die for Beauty, than live for bread. |
| Beauty. |
| 6263 | Wilt thou seal up the avenues of ill? Pay every debt, as if God wrote the bill! |
| Suum Cuique. |
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