|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Nathaniel Parker Willis. (18061867)|
| At present there is no distinction among the upper ten thousand of the city. 1 |
| Necessity for a Promenade Drive.|
| For it stirs the blood in an old mans heart,|
And makes his pulses fly,
To catch the thrill of a happy voice
And the light of a pleasant eye.
| Saturday Afternoon.|
| It is the month of June,|
The month of leaves and roses,
When pleasant sights salute the eyes,
And pleasant scents the noses.
| The Month of June.|
| Let us weep in our darkness, but weep not for him!|
Not for him who, departing, leaves millions in tears!
Not for him who has died full of honor and years!
Not for him who ascended Fames ladder so high:
From the round at the top he has stepped to the sky.
| The Death of Harrison.|
| Wisdom sits alone|
Topmost in Heaven.
| The Scholar of Thibet.|
| The sin forgiven by Christ in Heaven|
By man is cursed alway.
| Unseen Spirits.|