| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | 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. |
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