John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Algernon Charles Swinburne. (18371909) 7863
From too much love of living, From hope and fear set free, We thank with brief thanksgiving Whatever gods may be That no man lives forever, That dead men rise up never; That even the weariest river Winds somewhere safe to sea.
The Garden of Proserpine. 7864
For in the days we know not of Did fate begin Weaving the web of days that wove Your doom.
I remember the way we parted, The day and the way we met; You hoped we were both broken-hearted And knew we should both forget.
An Interlude. 7866
And the best and the worst of this is That neither is most to blame, If you have forgotten my kisses And I have forgotten your name.
An Interlude. 7867
Change lays not her hand upon truth.
Stately, kindly, lordly friend Condescend Here to sit by me.
To a Cat. 7869
Not with dreams, but with blood and with iron, Shall a nation be moulded at last.
A Word for the Country. 7870
Who knows but on their sleep may rise Such light as never heaven let through To lighten earth from Paradise?
A Babys Death.