|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Sarah Chauncey (Susan Coolidge) Woolsey. (18451905)|
| The Autumn seems to cry for thee,|
Best lover of the Autumn-days!
| The tasks are done and the tears are shed.|
Yesterdays errors let yesterday cover;
Yesterdays wounds, which smarted and bled,
Are healed with the healing that night has shed.
| New every Morning.|
| These are weighty secrets, and we must whisper them.|
| Men die but sorrow never dies.|
| The cradle Tomb in Westminster Abbey.|
|Eugene Lee Hamilton. (18451907)|
| The hollow sea-shell, which for years hath stood|
On dusty shelves, when held against the ear
Proclaims its stormy parent, and we hear
The faint, far murmur of the breaking flood.
We hear the sea. 1 The Sea? It is the blood
In our own veins, impetuous and near.
| Sonnet. Sea-shell Murmurs.|
|John Banister Tabb. (18451909)|
| Why should I stay? Nor seed nor fruit have I,|
But, sprung at once to beautys perfect round,
Nor loss nor gain nor change in me is found,
A life-complete in death-complete to die.
| The Bubble.|
See Dante Gabriel Rossetti, page 769, and Charles Henry Webb. page 793. [back]