|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Jennings Bryan. (18601925) (continued)|
| You shall not press down upon the brow of labor this crown of thorn. You shall not crucify mankind upon a cross of gold.|
| Speech of the National Democratic Convention. Chicago, 1896.|
|Mary E. Coleridge. (18611907)|
| Breathe slumbrous music round me, sweet and slow,|
To honied phrases set!
Into the land of dreams I long to go.
Bid me forget!
| Where is delight? and what are pleasures now?|
Moths that a garment fret.
The world is turned memorial, crying, Thou
Shalt not forget!
| Is this wide world not large enough to fill thee,|
Nor Nature, nor that deep mans Nature, Art?
Are they too thin, too weak and poor to still thee,
Thou little heart?
|Bliss Carman. (18611929)|
| Heres to the day when it is May|
And care as light as a feather,
When your little shoes and my big boots
Go tramping over the heather.
| A Toast.|
| There paused to shut the door|
A fellow called the Wind,
With mystery before,
And reticence behind.
| At the granite Gate.|
| The glad indomitable sea,|
The strong white sun.
| A Sea Child.|