|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.|
| 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.|
| 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.|
| The victories of Right|
Are born of strife.
There were no Day were there no Night,
Nor, without dying, Life.
| The Ode of Evil.|
| The world still needs|
Its champion as of old, and finds him still.
| The Epic of Hades. Herakles.|
| 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|
| Loves Suicide.|
| The passionate love of Right, the burning hate of Wrong.|
| The Diamond Jubilee.|