|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
Yet in thy dark streets shineth
The everlasting Light;
The hopes and fears of all the years
Are met in thee to-night.
| O little Town of Bethlehem.|
| Life comes before literature, as the material always comes before the work. The hills are full of marble before the world blooms with statues.|
| Literature and Life.|
|Celia Thaxter. (18351894)|
| The summer day was spoiled with fitful storm;|
At night the wind died and the soft rain dropped;
With lulling murmur, and the air was warm,
And all the tumult and the trouble stopped.
| The Nestling Swallows.|
| Sad soul, take comfort, nor forget|
That sunrise never failed us yet.
| The Sunrise never failed us yet.|
| Already the dandelions|
Are changed into vanishing ghosts.
| Across the narrow beach we flit,|
One little sand-piper and I;
| The Sand-piper.|
|Charles Henry (John Paul) Webb. (18341905)|
| Friends I have had both old and young,|
And ale we drank and songs we sung:
Enough you know when this is said,
That, one and all, they died in bed.
In bed they died and Ill not go
Where all my friends have perished so.
| Dum vivimus vigilamus.|