John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton. (1808–1877) (continued) |
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For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world’s shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before. |
Not lost but gone before. |
Samuel Francis Smith. (1808–1895) |
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My country, ’t is of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From every mountain-side Let freedom ring. |
America. |
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Our fathers’ God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee I sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King! |
America. |
Edgar Allan Poe. (1809–1849) |
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All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. |
A Dream within a Dream. |
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Sound loves to revel in a summer night. |
Al Aaraaf. |
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Years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute. |
To ———. |
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From a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. |
The City in the Sea. |