John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Winter. (1836–1917) (continued) |
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| The golden time of Long Ago. |
| I. H. Bromley. |
| 7842 |
| His love was like the liberal air,— Embracing all, to cheer and bless; And every grief that mortals share Found pity in his tenderness. |
| I. H. Bromley. |
| 7843 |
| Fierce for the right, he bore his part In strife with many a valiant foe; But Laughter winged his polished dart, And kindness tempered every blow. |
| I. H. Bromley. |
| Sarah Morgan Bryant Piatt. (1836– ?) |
| 7844 |
| “My mother says I must not pass Too near that glass; She is afraid that I will see A little witch that looks like me, With a red mouth to whisper low The very thing I should not know.” |
| The Witch in the Glass. |
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| This was your butterfly, you see— His fine wings made him vain: The caterpillars crawl, but he Passed them in rich disdain.— My pretty boy says, “Let him be Only a worm again!” |
| After Wings. |
| Henry Mills Alden. (1836–1919) |
| 7846 |
| The Angel of Death is the invisible Angel of Life. |
| A Study of Death. |