|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Ethel Lynn Beers. (18271879)|
| All quiet along the Potomac to-night,|
No sound save the rush of the river,
While soft falls the dew on the face of the dead
The picket s off duty forever.
| All quiet along the Potomac.|
|Ellen Clementine Howarth. (18271899)|
| T is but a little faded flower,|
But oh, how fondly dear!
T will bring me back one golden hour,
Through many a weary year.
| T is but a little, faded Flower.|
|Francis Miles Finch. (18271907)|
| These in the robings of glory,|
Those in the gloom of defeat,
All with the battle-blood gory,
In the dusk of eternity meet;
Under the sod and the dew,
Waiting the judgment-day;
Under the laurel the Blue,
Under the willow, the Gray.
| The Blue and the Gray.|
|John Townsend Trowbridge. (1827 ?)|
| For me the diamond dawns are set|
In rings of beauty,
And all my ways are dewy wet
With pleasant duty.