| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | James Matthews Legaré (18231859) (continued) |
| | | 7505 | Thou in thy lake dost see Thyself: so she Beholds her image in her eyes Reflected. Thus did Venus rise From out the sea. |
| To a Lily. |
| | | Bartholomew Dowling. (18231863) |
| | | 7506 | We meet neath the sounding rafter, And the walls around are bare; As they shout back our peals of laughter It seems that the dead are there. Ho! stand to your glasses steady! T is all we have left to prize. A cup to the dead already, Hurrah for the next that dies! 1 |
| The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
| 7507 | Who dreads to the dust returning? Who shrinks from the sable shore, Where the high and haughty yearning Of the soul can sting no more? |
| The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India. |
| | | George Henry Boker. (18231890) |
| | | 7508 | Freedom! their battle-cry, Freedom! or leave to die! |
| The Black Regiment. |
| 7509 | Love is that orbit of the restless soul Whose circle grazes the confines of space, Bounding within the limits of its race Utmost extremes. |
| Sonnet. Love. |
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