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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Miscellaneous. (continued)
 
8317
    My life is like the summer rose
  That opens to the morning sky,
But ere the shades of evening close
  Is scattered on the ground—to die.
          Richard Henry Wilde (1789–1847): My Life is like the Summer Rose.
8318
    Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality.
          Charles Phillips (1789–1859): The Character of Napoleon.
8319
    Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down;
Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.
          John G. Lockhart (1794–1854): The Bridal of Andalla.
8320
    By the margin of fair Zurich’s waters
  Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day,
For the fairest of fair Zurich’s daughters
  In a dream of love melted away.
          Charles Dance (1794–1863): Fair Zurich’s Waters.
8321
    I saw two clouds at morning
  Tinged by the rising sun,
And in the dawn they floated on
  And mingled into one.
          John G. C. Brainard (1795–1828): I saw Two Clouds at Morning.
8322
    On thy fair bosom, silver lake,
  The wild swan spreads his snowy sail,
And round his breast the ripples break
  As down he bears before the gale.
          James G. Percival (1795–1856): To Seneca Lake.
8323
    What fairy-like music steals over the sea,
Entrancing our senses with charmed melody?
          Mrs. C. B. Wilson (—— –1846): What Fairy-like Music.
8324
    Her very frowns are fairer far
Than smiles of other maidens are.
          Hartley Coleridge (1796–1849): She is not Fair.
8325
    I would not live alway: I ask not to stay
Where storm after storm rises dark o’er the way.
          William A. Muhlenberg (1796–1877): I would not live alway.
8326
    Oh, leave the gay and festive scenes,
  The halls of dazzling light.
          H. S. Vandyk (1798–1828); The Light Guitar.
8327
    If any one attempts to haul down the American flag, shoot him on the spot.
          John A. Dix (1798–1879): An Official Despatch, Jan. 29, 1861.