John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Frederik William Faber 1814-1863 John Bartlett
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For right is right, since God is God, 1 And right the day must win; To doubt would be disloyalty, To falter would be sin. |
The Right must win. |
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Labour itself is but a sorrowful song, The protest of the weak against the strong. |
The sorrowful World. |
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The sea, unmated creature, tired and lone, Makes on its desolate sands eternal moan. |
The sorrowful World. |
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O majesty unspeakable and dread! Wert thou less mighty than Thou art, Thou wert, O Lord, too great for our belief, Too little for our heart. |
The Greatness of God. |
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Hark! Hark! my soul, angelic songs are swelling O’er earth’s green fields and ocean’s wave-beat shore; How sweet the truth those blessed strains are telling Of that new life when sin shall be no more. |
The Pilgrims of the Night. |
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O Paradise! O Paradise! Who doth not crave for rest? Who would not seek the happy land Where they that love are blest? |
Paradise. |
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The world is growing old; Who would not be at rest and free Where love is never cold? |
Paradise. |
Note 1. See Crabbe, page 444. [back] |