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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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Samuel Taylor Coleridge. (1772–1834) (continued)
    The grand old ballad of Sir Patrick Spence.
          Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 1.
    Joy is the sweet voice, joy the luminous cloud.
  We in ourselves rejoice!
And thence flows all that charms or ear or sight,
  All melodies the echoes of that voice,
All colours a suffusion from that light.
          Dejection. An Ode. Stanza 5.
    A mother is a mother still,
  The holiest thing alive.
          The Three Graves.
    Never, believe me,
Appear the Immortals,
Never alone.
          The Visit of the Gods. (Imitated from Schiller.)
    Joy rises in me, like a summer’s morn.
          A Christmas Carol. viii.
    The knight’s bones are dust,
And his good sword rust;
His soul is with the saints, I trust.
          The Knight’s Tomb.
    It sounds like stories from the laud of spirits
If any man obtains that which he merits,
Or any merit that which he obtains.
   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .   .
Greatness and goodness are not means, but ends!
Hath he not always treasures, always friends,
The good great man? Three treasures,—love and light,
And calm thoughts, regular as infants’ breath;
And three firm friends, more sure than day and night,—
Himself, his Maker, and the angel Death.
          Complaint. Ed. 1852. The Good Great Man. Ed. 1893.
    My eyes make pictures when they are shut.
          A Day-Dream.
    To know, to esteem, to love, and then to part,
Makes up life’s tale to many a feeling heart!
          On taking Leave of ————, 1817.
    In many ways doth the full heart reveal
The presence of the love it would conceal.
          Motto to Poems written in Later Life.