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

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Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton. (1808–1877) (continued)
    For death and life, in ceaseless strife,
  Beat wild on this world’s shore,
And all our calm is in that balm—
  Not lost but gone before.
          Not lost but gone before.
Samuel Francis Smith. (1808–1895)
    My country, ’t is of thee,
Sweet land of liberty,
  Of thee I sing:
Land where my fathers died,
Land of the pilgrims’ pride,
From every mountain-side
  Let freedom ring.
    Our fathers’ God, to thee,
Author of liberty,
  To thee I sing;
Long may our land be bright
With freedom’s holy light;
Protect us by thy might,
  Great God, our King!
Edgar Allan Poe. (1809–1849)
    All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
          A Dream within a Dream.
    Sound loves to revel in a summer night.
          Al Aaraaf.
      Years of love have been forgot
In the hatred of a minute.
          To ———.
    From a proud tower in the town
Death looks gigantically down.
          The City in the Sea.