|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Dante Gabriel Rossetti. (18281882) (continued)|
| Was it a friend or foe that spread these lies?|
Nay, who but infants question in such wise,
T was one of my most intimate enemies.
| If the light is|
It is because God said Let there be light.
| At Sunrise.|
| Thou fillst from the wingèd chalice of the soul|
Thy lamp, O Memory, fire-wingèd to its goal.
|William Allingham. (18241889)|
| Winds and waters keep|
A hush more dead than any sleep.
| Ruined Chapel.|
| Now Autumns fire burns slowly along the woods|
And day by day the dead leaves fall and melt.
| Autumnal Sonnet.|
| Autumns the mellow time.|
| The Winter Pear.|
| Oh, bring again my hearts content,|
Thou Spirit of the Summer-time!
| Scarcely a tear to shed;|
Hardly a word to say;
The end of a Summers day;
Sweet Love is dead.
| An Evening.|
| Tantarrara! the joyous Book of Spring|
Lies open, writ in blossoms.
| Mary kept the belt of love, and oh, but she was gay!|
She danced a jig, she sung a song that took my heart away.
| Lovely Mary Donnelly.|
| O mother, mother, mak my bed|
To lay me down in sorrow.
My love has died for me to-day,
I ll die for him to-morrow.
| Barbara Allens Cruelty from Ballad Book.|