| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Alfred Tennyson Tennyson. (18091892) (continued) |
| | | 6708 | A still small voice spake unto me, Thou art so full of misery, Were it not better not to be? |
| The Two Voices. |
| 6709 | This truth within thy mind rehearse, That in a boundless universe Is boundless better, boundless worse. |
| The Two Voices. |
| 6710 | Tho thou wert scattered to the wind, Yet is there plenty of the kind. 1 |
| The Two Voices. |
| 6711 | No life that breathes with human breath Has ever truly longed for death. |
| The Two Voices. |
| 6712 | | Like glimpses of forgotten dreams. |
| The Two Voices. |
| 6713 | | Across the walnuts and the wine. |
| The Millers Daughter. |
| 6714 | Self-reverence, self-knowledge, self-control, These three alone lead life to sovereign power. |
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| 6715 | Because right is right, to follow right Were wisdom in the scorn of consequence. |
| none. |
| 6716 | I built my soul a lordly pleasure-house, Wherein at ease for aye to dwell. |
| The Palace of Art. |
| 6717 | Her manners had not that repose Which stamps the caste of Vere de Vere. |
| Lady Clara Vere de Vere. Stanza 5. |
| | Note 1. FitzGerald: Omar Khayyám (1868). And fear not lest Existence closing your Account should lose or know the type no more: The Eternal Sáki from that Bowl has poured Millions of Bubbles like us and will pour.
In the edition of 1889 the second line reads: Account and mine, should know the like no more. [back] |
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