|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Henry Howard Brownell. (18201872) (continued)|
| Since what unnumbered year|
Hast thou kept watch and ward
And oer the buried Land of Fear
So grimly held thy guard?
| The Sphynx.|
|Jean Ingelow. (18201897)|
| Crowds of bees are giddy with clover|
Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
| But two are walking apart forever|
And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
| A sweeter woman neer drew breath|
Than my sonnes wife, Elizabeth.
| The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire.|
| Man dwells apart, though not alone,|
He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
For lack of listeners are not said.
| How short our happy days appear!|
How long the sorrowful!
| The Mariners Cave.|
| To bear, to nurse, to rear,|
To watch and then to lose,
To see my bright ones disappear,
Drawn up like morning dews.
| Songs of Seven. Seven times Six.|