| C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917. | | | | Samuel Lover |
| | | | Her beads while she numbered, |
| The baby still slumbered, |
| And smiled in her face, as she bended her knee; |
| Oh! bless’d be that warning, |
| My child, thy sleep adorning, |
| For I know that the angels are whispering with thee. |
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| | I’ll seek a four-leaved shamrock in all the fairy dells, |
| And if I find the charmèd leaves, oh, how I’ll weave my spells! |
| 2 |
| Circumstances are the rulers of the weak; they are but the instruments of the wise. | 3 |
| For dhrames always go by conthraries, my dear. | 4 |
| Reproof on her lip, but a smile in her eye. | 5 |
| There’s luck in odd numbers. | 6 | | |
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