| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | 4478 | Philologists, who chase A panting syllable through time and space, Start it at home, and hunt it in the dark To Gaul, to Greece, and into Noahs ark. |
| Retirement. Line 691. |
| 4479 | I praise the Frenchman, 1 his remark was shrewd, How sweet, how passing sweet, is solitude! But grant me still a friend in my retreat, Whom I may whisper, Solitude is sweet. |
| Retirement. Line 739. |
| 4480 | A kick that scarce would move a horse May kill a sound divine. |
| The Yearly Distress. |
| 4481 | I am monarch of all I survey, My right there is none to dispute. |
| Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. |
| 4482 | O Solitude! where are the charms That sages have seen in thy face? |
| Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. |
| 4483 | But the sound of the church-going bell These valleys and rocks never heard; Neer sighd at the sound of a knell, Or smiled when a Sabbath appeard. |
| Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. |
| 4484 | How fleet is a glance of the mind! Compared with the speed of its flight The tempest itself lags behind, And the swift-winged arrows of light. |
| Verses supposed to be written by Alexander Selkirk. |
| 4485 | There goes the parson, O illustrious spark! And there, scarce less illustrious, goes the clerk. |
| On observing some Names of Little Note. |
| 4486 | But oars alone can neer prevail To reach the distant coast; The breath of heaven must swell the sail, Or all the toil is lost. |
| Human Frailty. |
| 4487 | And the tear that is wiped with a little address, May be followd perhaps by a smile. |
| The Rose. |
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