John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Samuel Rogers. (1763–1855) |
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Sweet Memory! wafted by thy gentle gale, Oft up the stream of Time I turn my sail. |
The Pleasures of Memory. Part ii. i. |
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She was good as she was fair, None—none on earth above her! As pure in thought as angels are: To know her was to love her. 1 |
Jacqueline. Stanza 1. |
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The good are better made by ill, As odours crushed are sweeter still. 2 |
Jacqueline. Stanza 3. |
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A guardian angel o’er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing. |
Human Life. |
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Fireside happiness, to hours of ease Blest with that charm, the certainty to please. |
Human Life. |
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The soul of music slumbers in the shell Till waked and kindled by the master’s spell; And feeling hearts, touch them but rightly, pour A thousand melodies unheard before! |
Human Life. |
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Then never less alone than when alone. 3 |
Human Life. |
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Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves,—not dead, but gone before,— 4 He gathers round him. |
Human Life. |
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Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive’s hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near. |
A Wish. |
Note 1. See Burns, Quotation 59. None knew thee but to love thee.—Fitz-Greene Halleck: On the Death of Drake. [back] |
Note 2. See Bacon, Quotation 10. [back] |
Note 3. This is literally from Seneca, Epistola lxiii. 16. See Mathew Henry, Quotation 16. [back] |
Note 4. See Waller, Quotation 14. [back] |