John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
William Ellery Channing. (18171901) 7231
I laugh, for hope hath happy place with me; If my bark sinks, t is to another sea.
A Poets Hope. 7232
I sing New England, as she lights her fire In every Prairies midst; and where the bright Enchanting stars shine pure through Southern night, She still is there, the guardian on the tower, To open for the world a purer hour.
New England. 7233
Most joyful let the Poet be; It is through him that all men see.
The Poet of the old and new Times. 7234
My highway is unfeatured air, My consorts are the sleepless stars, And men my giant arms upbear My arms unstained and free from scars.
Hymn of the Earth. 7235
A wail in the wind is all I hear; A voice of woe for a lovers loss.
Tears in Spring.
Emily Brontë (18181848) 7236
Still, as I mused, the naked room, The alien firelight died away; And from the midst of cheerless gloom I passed to bright, unclouded day.
A little While. 7237
A heaven so clear, an earth so calm, So sweet, so soft, so hushed an air; And, deepening still the dreamlike charm, Wild moor-sheep feeding everywhere.
A little While.