| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | William Ernest Henley. (18491903) (continued) |
| | | 8041 | It matters not how strait the gate, How charged with punishments the scroll, I am the master of my fate, I am the captain of my soul. 1 |
| To R. T. H. B. |
| 8042 | | Life is (I think) a blunder and a shame. |
| In Hospital. |
| 8043 | Far in the stillness a cat Languishes loudly. |
| In Hospital. |
| 8044 | From the winters gray despair, From the summers golden languor, Death, the lover of Life, Frees us for ever. |
| In Hospital. |
| | | Robert Louis Stevenson. (18501894) |
| | | 8045 | Wealth I ask not, hope nor love, Nor a friend to know me; All I ask: the heaven above And the road below me. |
| The Vagabond. |
| 8046 | In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. |
| Bed in Summer. |
| 8047 | | The pleasant Land of Counterpane. |
| The Land of Counterpane. |
| 8048 | | Youth now flees on feathered foot. |
| To Will H. Low. |
| 8049 | The world is so full of a number of things, I m sure we should all be as happy as kings. |
| Couplet. |
| | Note 1. Arise, O Soul, and gird thee up anew, Though the black camel Death kneel at thy gate; No beggar thou that thou for alms shouldst sue: Be the proud captain still of thine own fate. James Benjamin Kenyon. [back] |
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