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

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James Matthews Legaré (1823–1859) (continued)
    Thou in thy lake dost see
Thyself: so she
Beholds her image in her eyes
Reflected. Thus did Venus rise
From out the sea.
          To a Lily.
Bartholomew Dowling. (1823–1863)
    We meet neath the sounding rafter,
  And the walls around are bare;
As they shout back our peals of laughter
  It seems that the dead are there.
Ho! stand to your glasses steady!
  ’T is all we have left to prize.
A cup to the dead already,—
  Hurrah for the next that dies! 1 
          The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India.
    Who dreads to the dust returning?
  Who shrinks from the sable shore,
Where the high and haughty yearning
  Of the soul can sting no more?
          The Revel: Time of the Famine and Plague in India.
George Henry Boker. (1823–1890)
    “Freedom!” their battle-cry,—
“Freedom! or leave to die!”
          The Black Regiment.
    Love is that orbit of the restless soul
  Whose circle grazes the confines of space,
  Bounding within the limits of its race
Utmost extremes.
          Sonnet. Love.
Note 1.
Often attributed to Alfred Domett. [back]