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

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Henry Howard Brownell. (1820–1872) (continued)
    Since what unnumbered year
  Hast thou kept watch and ward
And o’er the buried Land of Fear
  So grimly held thy guard?
          The Sphynx.
Jean Ingelow. (1820–1897)
    Crowds of bees are giddy with clover
  Crowds of grasshoppers skip at our feet,
Crowds of larks at their matins hang over,
  Thanking the Lord for a life so sweet.
    But two are walking apart forever
  And wave their hands for a mute farewell.
    A sweeter woman ne’er drew breath
Than my sonne’s wife, Elizabeth.
          The High Tide on the Coast of Lincolnshire.
    Man dwells apart, though not alone,
  He walks among his peers unread;
The best of thoughts which he hath known
  For lack of listeners are not said.
    How short our happy days appear!
  How long the sorrowful!
          The Mariner’s Cave.
    To bear, to nurse, to rear,
  To watch and then to lose,
To see my bright ones disappear,
  Drawn up like morning dews.
          Songs of Seven. Seven times Six.