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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Henry Howard Brownell. (1820–1872) (continued)
 
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    Since what unnumbered year
  Hast thou kept watch and ward
And o’er the buried Land of Fear
  So grimly held thy guard?
          The Sphynx.
 
Jean Ingelow. (1820–1897)
 
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    Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
  Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
  Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
          Divided.
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    But two are walking apart forever
  And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
          Divided.
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    A sweeter woman ne’er drew breath
Than my sonne’s wife, Elizabeth.
          The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire.
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    Man dwells apart, though not alone,
  He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
  For lack of listeners are not said.
          Afterthought.
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    How short our happy days appear!
  How long the sorrowful!
          The Mariner’s Cave.
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    To bear, to nurse, to rear,
  To watch and then to lose,
To see my bright ones disappear,
  Drawn up like morning dews.
          Songs of Seven. Seven times Six.