John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Sir Edwin Arnold 1832-1904 John Bartlett
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| He who died at Azan sends This to comfort all his friends:— Faithful friends! It lies I know Pale and white and cold as snow; And ye say, ‘Abdallah’s dead!’ Weeping at the feet and head. I can see your falling tears, I can hear your sighs and prayers; Yet I smile and whisper this: I am not the thing you kiss. Cease your tears and let it lie; It was mine—it is not I. |
| After Death in Arabia. |
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| What good I see humbly I seek to do And live obedient to the law, in trust That what will come and must come will come well. |
| The Light of Asia. |
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| We are the voices of the wandering wind, Which moan for rest and rest can never find; Lo! as the wind is, so is mortal life, A moan, a sigh, a sob, a storm, a strife. |
| The Deva’s Song. |