|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Seymour Bridges. (18441930)|
| Beneath the crisp and wintry carpet hid|
A million buds but stay their blossoming
And trustful birds have built their nests amid
The shuddering boughs, and only wait to sing
Till one soft shower from the south shall bid
And hither tempt the pilgrim steps of Spring.
| The Growth of Love. Sonnet vi.|
| I live on hope and that I think do all|
Who come into this world.
| Sonnet lxxiii.|
| Scatter the clouds that hide|
The face of heaven, and show
Where sweet peace doth abide,
Where Truth and Beauty grow.
| Morning Hymn.|
| Behind the western bars|
The shrouded day retreats,
And unperceived the stars
Steal to their sovran seats.
And whiter grows the foam,
The small moon lightens more;
And as I turn me home,
My shadow walks before.
| The Clouds have left the Sky.|