John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Madison Julius Cawein. (1865– ?) (continued) |
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| Into the sunset’s turquoise marge The moon dips, like a pearly barge; Enchantment sails through magic seas, To fairyland Hesperides, Over the hills and away. |
| At Sunset. Stanza 1. |
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| What magic shall solve us the secret Of beauty that’s born for an hour? |
| Interpreted. |
| Richard Le Gallienne. (1866–1947) |
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| Yea, howso we dream, Or how bravely we do; The end is the same, Be we traitor or true: And after the bloom And the passion is past Death comes at last. |
| An old Man’s Song. |
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| Time’s horses gallop down the lessening hill. |
| Time flies. |
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| There’s too much beauty upon this earth For lonely men to bear. |
| A Ballad of too much Beauty. |
| William Vaughn Moody. (1869–1910) |
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| Time softly there Laughs through the abyss of radiance with the gods. |
| The Fire-Bringer. Act i. |
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| The gods despise enforcèd offerings. When the heart brings its dearest and its last Then only will they hear—if then, if then! |
| The Fire-Bringer. Act ii. |