John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Caroline Elizabeth Sarah (Sheridan) Norton 1808-1877 John Bartlett
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| We have been friends together In sunshine and in shade. Since first beneath the chestnut-tree In fancy we played But coldness dwells within thine heart A cloud is on thy brow. We have been friends together,— Shall a light word part us now? |
| We have been Friends. |
| 2 |
| I am listening for the voices Which I heard in days of old. |
| The lonely Harp. |
| 3 |
| Love not! love not! ye hopeless sons of clay; Hope’s gayest wreaths are made of earthly flowers— Things that are made to fade and fall away, Ere they have blossomed for a few short hours. |
| Love not. |
| 4 |
| A soldier of the Legion lay dying in Algiers; There was lack of woman’s nursing, there was dearth of woman’s tears. |
| Bingen on the Rhine. |
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| Too innocent for coquetry, too fond for idle scorning— Oh friend, I fear the lightest heart makes sometimes heaviest mourning. |
| Bingen on the Rhine. |
| 6 |
| Every poet hopes that after-times Shall set some value on his votive lay. |
| To the Duchess of Sutherland. |
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| O Twilight! Spirit that dost render birth To dim enchantments; melting heaven with earth, Leaving on craggy hills and running streams A softness like the atmosphere of dreams. |
| The Winter’s Walk. |
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| For death and life, in ceaseless strife, Beat wild on this world’s shore, And all our calm is in that balm— Not lost but gone before. |
| Not lost but gone before. |