| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Wordsworth. (17701850) (continued) |
| | | 4950 | Men are we, and must grieve when even the shade Of that which once was great is passed away. |
| On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic. |
| 4951 | Thou has left behind Powers that will work for thee,air, earth, and skies! There s not a breathing of the common wind That will forget thee; thou hast great allies; Thy friends are exultations, agonies, And love, and mans unconquerable mind. 1 |
| To Toussaint LOuverture. |
| 4952 | One that would peep and botanize Upon his mothers grave. |
| A Poets Epitaph. Stanza 5. |
| 4953 | He murmurs near the running brooks A music sweeter than their own. |
| A Poets Epitaph. Stanza 10. |
| 4954 | And you must love him, ere to you He will seem worthy of your love. |
| A Poets Epitaph. Stanza 11. |
| 4955 | The harvest of a quiet eye, That broods and sleeps on his own heart. |
| A Poets Epitaph. Stanza 13. |
| 4956 | Yet sometimes, when the secret cup Of still and serious thought went round, It seemed as if he drank it up, He felt with spirit so profound. |
| Matthew. |
| 4957 | My eyes are dim with childish tears, My heart is idly stirred, For the same sound is in my ears Which in those days I heard. |
| The Fountain. |
| 4958 | A happy youth, and their old age Is beautiful and free. |
| The Fountain. |
| 4959 | And often, glad no more, We wear a face of joy because We have been glad of yore. |
| The Fountain. |
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