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

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Thomas Moore. (1779–1852)
    When Time who steals our years away
  Shall steal our pleasures too,
The mem’ry of the past will stay,
  And half our joys renew.
          Song. From Juvenile Poems.
    Weep on! and as thy sorrows flow,
I ’ll taste the luxury of woe.
    Where bastard Freedom waves
The fustian flag in mockery over slaves.
          To the Lord Viscount Forbes, written from the City of Washington.
    How shall we rank thee upon glory’s page,
Thou more than soldier, and just less than sage?
          To Thomas Hume.
    I knew, by the smoke that so gracefully curl’d
  Above the green elms, that a cottage was near;
And I said, “If there ’s peace to be found in the world,
  A heart that was humble might hope for it here.”
          Ballad Stanzas.
    Faintly as tolls the evening chime,
Our voices keep tune and our oars keep time.
          A Canadian Boat-Song.
    Row, brothers, row, the stream runs fast,
The rapids are near, and the daylight ’s past.
          A Canadian Boat-Song.
    The minds of some of our statesmen, like the pupil of the human eye, contract themselves the more, the stronger light there is shed upon them.
          Preface to Corruption and Intolerance.
    Like a young eagle who has lent his plume
To fledge the shaft by which he meets his doom,
See their own feathers pluck’d to wing the dart
Which rank corruption destines for their heart. 1
Note 1.
See Waller, Quotation 2. [back]