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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Samuel Lover

  • Her beads while she numbered,
  • The baby still slumbered,
  • And smiled in her face, as she bended her knee;
  • Oh! bless’d be that warning,
  • My child, thy sleep adorning,
  • For I know that the angels are whispering with thee.
  • I’ll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells,
  • And if I find the charmèd leaves, oh, how I’ll weave my spells!
  • Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise.

    For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear.

    Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye.

    There’s luck in odd numbers.