John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| James Russell Lowell. (1819–1891) (continued) |
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| Nature, they say, doth dote, And can not make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote. |
| Ode at the Harvard Commemoration, July 21, 1865. |
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| What men call treasure and the Gods call dross. |
| Ode at the Harvard Commemoration, July 21, 1865. |
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| Here was a type of the true elder race, And one of Plutarch’s men talked with us face to face. |
| Ode at the Harvard Commemoration, July 21, 1865. |
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| Darkness is strong, and so is Sin, But surely God endures forever. |
| Villa Franca. |
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| Safe in the hallowed quiets of the past. |
| The Cathedral. |
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| The one thing finished in this hasty world. |
| The Cathedral. |
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| These pearls of thought in Persian gulfs were bred, Each softly lucent as a rounded moon; The diver Omar plucked them from their bed, FitzGerald strung them on an English thread. |
| In a Copy of Omar Khayyam. |
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| The wisest man could ask no more of Fate Than to be simple, modest, manly, true, Safe from the Many—honored by the Few; To count as naught in World or Church or State; But inwardly in secret to be great. |
| Sonnet. Jeffries Wyman. |
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| The clear, sweet singer with the crown of snow Not whiter than the thoughts that housed below. |
| To George William Curtis. |
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| But life is sweet, though all that makes it sweet Lessen like sound of friends’ departing feet; And Death is beautiful as feet of friend Coming with welcome at our journey’s end. |