| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | John Ruskin. (18191900) (continued) |
| | | 7432 | | That treacherous phantom which men call Liberty. |
| The Seven Lamps of Architecture. Chap. vii. Sect. 21. |
| 7433 | | Work first and then rest. |
| The Seven Lamps of Architecture. The Lamp of Beauty. |
| 7434 | | The greatest efforts of the race have always been traceable to the love of praise, as its greatest catastrophes to the love of pleasure. |
| Sesame and Lilies. Part i. iii. |
| 7435 | | A little group of wise hearts is better than a wilderness of fools. |
| Crown of Wild Olive. War. |
| 7436 | | Fine art is that in which the hand, the head and the heart go together. |
| The Two Paths. Lecture ii. |
| 7437 | | Engraving is, in brief terms, the Art of Scratch. |
| Ariadne. |
| | | Thomas Dunn English. (18191902) |
| | | 7438 | Dont you remember sweet Alice, Ben Bolt? Sweet Alice, whose hair was so brown; Who wept with delight when you gave her a smile, And trembled with fear at your frown! |
| Ben Bolt. |
| 7439 | Your eyes were filled with love, Kate Vane; Ah, would that we were young again! |
| Kate Vane. |
| | | Julia Ward Howe. (18191910) |
| | | 7440 | Mine eyes have seen the glory of the coming of the Lord; He is trampling out the vintage where the grapes of wrath are stored; He hath loosed the fateful lightning of His terrible, swift sword; His truth is marching on. |
| Battle Hymn of the Republic. |
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