|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
And its last rays kissed the forehead of a man and maiden fair,
He with footsteps slow and weary; she with sunny, floating hair;
He with bowed head, sad and thoughtful; she with lips so cold and white,
Struggled to keep back the murmur, Curfew must not ring to-night.
| Curfew must not ring To-night.|
|George Parsons Lathrop. (18511898)|
| The sunshine of thine eyes,|
(O still celestial beam!)
Whatever it touches it fills
With the life of its lambent gleam.
The sunshine of thine eyes,
Oh, let it fall on me!
Though I be but a mote of the air,
I could turn to gold for thee.
| The Sunshine of thine Eyes.|
|Mrs. Humphry (Augusta Arnold) Ward. (18511920)|
| One may as well preach a respectable mythology as anything else.|
| Robert Elsmere.|
| This Laodicean cant of tolerance.|
| Robert Elsmere. Book ii. Chap. xii.|
| All things change, creeds and philosophies and outward systemsbut God remains.|
| Robert Elsmere. Book iv. Chap. xxvi.|
| Truth has never been, can never be, contained in any one creed or system.|
| Robert Elsmere. Book vi. Chap. xxxviii.|