John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Miscellaneous. 8363
When the suns last rays are fading Into twilight soft and dim.
Theodore L. Barker: Thou wilt think of me again. 8364
Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee And cherishd thine image for years; Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee, In secret, in silence, and tears.
Mrs. (David) Porter: Thou hast wounded the Spirit. 8365
Rattle his bones over the stones! He s only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
Thomas Noel: The Paupers Ride. 8366
In the days when we went gypsying A long time ago; The lads and lassies in their best Were dressd from top to toe.
Edwin Ransford: In the Days when we went Gypsying. 8367
Speak gently! t is a little thing Droppd in the hearts deep well; The good, the joy, that it may bring Eternity shall tell.
G. W. Langford: Speak gently. 8368
Hope tells a flattering tale, 1 Delusive, vain, and hollow. Ah! let not hope prevail, Lest disappointment follow.
Miss Wrother: The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86. 8369
Nose, nose, nose, nose! And who gave thee that jolly red nose? Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves, And that gave me my jolly red nose.
Ravenscroft: Deuteromela, Song No. 7. 2 (1609.) 8370
The mother said to her daughter, Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughters daughter hath a daughter.
George Hakewill: Apologie. Book iii. Chap. v. Sect. 9. 3
Note 1. Hope told a flattering tale, That Joy would soon return; Ah! naught my sighs avail, For Love is doomed to mourn. Anonymous (air by Giovanni Paisiello, 17411816): Universal Songster, vol. i. p. 320. [ back] Note 2. Beaumont and Fletcher: The Knight of the Burning Pestle, act i. sc. 3. [ back]
Note 3. Hakewill translated this from the Theatrum Vitæ Humanæ, vol. iii. [ back]