| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Frederick William Henry Myers. (1843 ?) |
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| 1 | Look when the clouds are blowing And all the winds are free: In fury of their going They fall upon the sea. But though the blast is frantic, And though the tempest raves, The deep immense Atlantic Is still beneath the waves. 1 |
| Wind, Moon and Tides. |
| | Note 1. Shakespeare: Henry V, act iv. sc. i. There is some soul of goodness in things evil Would men observingly distil it out. [back] |
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