| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | James Russell Lowell. (18191891) (continued) |
| | Daily, with souls that cringe and plot, We Sinais climb and know it not. |
| The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
| 7309 | T is heaven alone that is given away; T is only God may be had for the asking. |
| The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
| 7310 | And what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. |
| The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
| 7311 | Now the heart is so full that a drop overfills it; We are happy now because God wills it. |
| The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
| 7312 | | Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how. |
| The Vision of Sir Launfal. Prelude to Part First. |
| 7313 | Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, Himself, his hungering neighbor, and me. |
| The Vision of Sir Launfal. Part Second. viii. |
| 7314 | A reading-machine, always wound up and going, He mastered whatever was not worth the knowing. |
| A Fable for Critics. |
| 7315 | There comes Emerson first, whose rich words, every one, Are like gold nails in temples to hang trophies on; Whose prose is grand verse while his verse the Lord knows Is some of it pr No, t is not even prose! |
| A Fable for Critics. |
| 7316 | | Nature fits all her children with something to do. |
| A Fable for Critics. |
| 7317 | Ez fer war, I call it murder, There you hev it plain an flat; I dont want to go no furder Than my Testyment fer that. . . . . . . . An youve gut to git up airly Ef you want to take in God. |
| The Biglow Papers. First Series. No. i. |
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