|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Robert Southey. (17741843) (continued)|
| From his brimstone bed, at break of day,|
A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the World,
And see how his stock went on.
| The Devils Walk. Stanza 1.|
| He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,|
A cottage of gentility;
And he owned with a grin,
That his favourite sin
Is pride that apes humility. 1
| The Devils Walk. Stanza 8.|
| Where Washington hath left|
His awful memory
A light for after times!
| Ode written during the War with America, 1814.|
| How beautiful is night!|
A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
Breaks the serene of heaven:
In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
Rolls through the dark blue depths;
Beneath her steady ray
The desert circle spreads
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
How beautiful is night!
| Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1.|
| But what good came of it at last?|
Quoth little Peterkin.
Why, that I cannot tell, said he;
But t was a famous victory.
| The Battle of Blenheim.|
| Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. 2|
| Madoc in Wales. Part i. 5.|
| What will not woman, gentle woman dare,|
When strong affection stirs her spirit up?
| Madoc in Wales. Part ii. 2.|