|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|John Greenleaf Whittier. (18071892)|
| So fallen! so lost! the light withdrawn|
Which once he wore;
The glory from his gray hairs gone
| When faith is lost, when honor dies|
The man is dead!
| Making their lives a prayer.|
| To A. K. On receiving a Basket of Sea-Mosses.|
| Give lettered pomp to teeth of Time,|
So Bonnie Doon but tarry;
Blot out the epics stately rhyme,
But spare his Highland Mary!
| Line on Burns.|
| For of all sad words of tongue or pen,|
The saddest are these: It might have been! 1
| Maud Muller.|
| Perish with him the folly that seeks through evil good.|
| Brown of Ossawatomie.|
| The hope of all who suffer,|
The dread of all who wrong.
| The Mantle of St. John de Matha.|
| I know not where His islands lift|
Their fronded palms in air;
I only know I cannot drift
Beyond His love and care.
| The eternal Goodness.|
| Again the shadow moveth oer|
The dial-plate of time.
| The New Year.|
| Yet sometimes glimpses on my sight,|
Through present wrong the eternal right;
Francis Bret Harte: Mrs. Judge Jenkins.
More sad are these we daily see:
It is, but had nt ought to be. [back]