John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Sir Lewis Morris. (18331907)
The wind that sighs before the dawn Chases the gloom of night, The curtains of the East are drawn, And suddenlyt is light.
Le Vent de lEsprit. 2
The love of the Right, tho cast down, the hate of victorious Ill, All are sparks from the central fire of a boundless beneficent will.
A new Orphic Hymn. 3
Sound, jocund strains; on pipe and viol sound, Young voices sing; Wreathe every door with snow-white voices round, For lo! t is Spring! Winter has passed with its sad funeral train, And Love revives again.
Toil is the law of life and its best fruit.
The Ode of perfect Years. 5
The victories of Right Are born of strife. There were no Day were there no Night, Nor, without dying, Life.
The Ode of Evil. 6
The world still needs Its champion as of old, and finds him still.
The Epic of Hades. Herakles. 7
Call no faith false which eer hath brought Relief to any laden life, Cessation to the pain of thought, Refreshment mid the dust of strife.
Rest springs from strife and dissonant chords beget Divinest harmonies.
Loves Suicide. 9
The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.
The Diamond Jubilee.