|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Mary Gardiner Brainard. (18371905) (continued)|
| That which we look on with unselfish love|
And true humility is surely ours,
Even as a lake looks at the stars above
And makes within itself a heaven of stars.
|Sir Francis Cowley Burnand. (1837 ?)|
| It s no matter what you do|
If your heart be only true,
And his heart was true to Poll.
| True to Poll.|
|William Dean Howells. (18371920)|
| We live, but a world has passed away|
With the years that perished to make us men.
| The Mulberries.|
| Lord, for the erring thought|
Not into evil wrought:
Lord, for the wicked will
Betrayed and baffled still:
For the heart from itself kept,
Our thanksgiving accept.
| Her mouth is a honey-blossom,|
No doubt, as the poet sings;
But within her lips, the petals,
Lurks a cruel bee that stings.
| The sarcastic Fair.|
|Mary Abigail (Gail Hamilton) Dodge. (18381896)|
| Whatever an author puts between the two covers of his book is public property; whatever of himself he does not put there is his private property, as much as if he had never written a word.|
| Country Living and Country Thinking. Preface.|
| The total depravity of inanimate things.|