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

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Miscellaneous. (continued)
    When the sun’s last rays are fading
  Into twilight soft and dim.
          Theodore L. Barker: Thou wilt think of me again.
    Thou hast wounded the spirit that loved thee
  And cherish’d thine image for years;
Thou hast taught me at last to forget thee,
  In secret, in silence, and tears.
          Mrs. (David) Porter: Thou hast wounded the Spirit.
    Rattle his bones over the stones!
He ’s only a pauper, whom nobody owns!
          Thomas Noel: The Pauper’s Ride.
    In the days when we went gypsying
  A long time ago;
The lads and lassies in their best
  Were dress’d from top to toe.
          Edwin Ransford: In the Days when we went Gypsying.
    Speak gently! ’t is a little thing
  Dropp’d in the heart’s deep well;
The good, the joy, that it may bring
  Eternity shall tell.
          G. W. Langford: Speak gently.
    Hope tells a flattering tale, 1
  Delusive, vain, and hollow.
Ah! let not hope prevail,
  Lest disappointment follow.
          Miss —— Wrother: The Universal Songster. Vol. ii. p. 86.
    Nose, nose, nose, nose!
And who gave thee that jolly red nose?
Sinament and Ginger, Nutmegs and Cloves,
And that gave me my jolly red nose.
          Ravenscroft: Deuteromela, Song No. 7. 2 (1609.)
    The mother said to her daughter, “Daughter, bid thy daughter tell her daughter that her daughter’s daughter hath a daughter.”
          George Hakewill: Apologie. Book iii. Chap. v. Sect. 9. 3
Note 1.
Hope told a flattering tale,
That Joy would soon return;
Ah! naught my sighs avail,
For Love is doomed to mourn.
Anonymous (air by Giovanni Paisiello, 1741–1816): Universal Songster, vol. i. p. 320. [back]
Note 2.
Beaumont and Fletcher: The Knight of the Burning Pestle, act i. sc. 3. [back]
Note 3.
Hakewill translated this from the “Theatrum Vitæ Humanæ,” vol. iii. [back]