| John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (1809–1892) (continued) |
| | | 6736 | Love took up the harp of Life, and smote on all the chords with might;
Smote the chord of Self, that, trembling, passed in music out of sight. |
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| 6737 | He will hold thee, when his passion shall have spent its novel force,
Something better than his dog, a little dearer than his horse. |
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| 6738 | This is truth the poet sings,
That a sorrow’s crown of sorrow is remembering happier things. 1 |
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| 6739 | | Like a dog, he hunts in dreams. |
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| 6740 | | With a little hoard of maxims preaching down a daughter’s heart. |
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| 6741 | | But the jingling of the guinea helps the hurt that Honour feels. |
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| 6742 | | Men, my brothers, men the workers, ever reaping something new. |
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| 6743 | Yet I doubt not through the ages one increasing purpose runs,
And the thoughts of men are widened with the process of the suns. |
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| 6744 | | Knowledge comes, but wisdom lingers. |
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| 6745 | | I will take some savage woman, she shall rear my dusky race. |
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| 6746 | | I, the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time. |
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| 6747 | | Let the great world spin forever down the ringing grooves of change. |
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