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

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James Maurice Thompson. (1844–1901)
    When Spring is old, and dewy winds
  Blow from the south, with odors sweet,
I see my love, in shadowy groves,
  Speed down dark aisles on shining feet.
          Atalanta’s Race.
    She throws a kiss, and bids me run
  In whispers sweet as roses’ breath;
I know I can not win the race,
  And at the end, I know, is death.
          Atalanta’s Race.
    Bubble, bubble, flows the stream
Like an old tune through a dream.
          In Haunts of Bass and Bream.
Richard Watson Gilder. (1844–1909)
    Not from the whole wide world I chose thee,
  Sweetheart, light of the land and the sea!
The wide, wide world could not inclose thee,
  For thou art the whole wide world to me.
    Through love to light! Oh wonderful the way
That leads from darkness to the perfect day!
    I am a woman—therefore I may not
Call to him, cry to him,
Fly to him,
Bid him delay not.
          A Woman’s Thought.
    O white and midnight sky, O starry bath,
  Wash me in thy pure, heavenly crystal flood:
  Cleanse me, ye stars, from earthly soil and scath—
  Let not one taint remain in spirit or blood!
          The celestial Passion.