John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton. (1808–1877) (continued) |
| 6610 |
| For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world’s shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before. |
| Not lost but gone before. |
| Samuel Francis Smith. (1808–1895) |
| 6611 |
| My country, ’t is of thee, Sweet land of liberty, Of thee I sing: Land where my fathers died, Land of the pilgrims’ pride, From every mountain-side Let freedom ring. |
| America. |
| 6612 |
| Our fathers’ God, to thee, Author of liberty, To thee I sing; Long may our land be bright With freedom’s holy light; Protect us by thy might, Great God, our King! |
| America. |
| Edgar Allan Poe. (1809–1849) |
| 6613 |
| All that we see or seem Is but a dream within a dream. |
| A Dream within a Dream. |
| 6614 |
| Sound loves to revel in a summer night. |
| Al Aaraaf. |
| 6615 |
| Years of love have been forgot In the hatred of a minute. |
| To ———. |
| 6616 |
| From a proud tower in the town Death looks gigantically down. |
| The City in the Sea. |