John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Edward Coate Pinkney 1802-1828 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, ’T is less of earth than heaven. |
| A Health. |
| 2 |
| Her every tone is music’s own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words. |
| A Health. |
| 3 |
| Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes. |
| A Serenade. |