Familiar Quotations Part 93

A thing of beauty is a joy forever.

_St. Agnes' Eve_. Stanza 27.

Music's golden tongue Flattered to tears this aged man and poor.

_Hyperion_. Line 5.

That large utterance of the early G.o.ds.

ROBERT POLLOK.

1798-1827.

_The Course of Time_.

Book viii. Line 616.

He was a man Who stole the livery of the court of Heaven To serve the devil in.

THOMAS HOOD.

1798-1845.

_The Death-Bed_.

We watched her breathing through the night, Her breathing soft and low, in her breast the wave of life Kept heaving to and fro.

Our very hopes belied our fears, Our fears our hopes belied; We thought her dying when she slept, And sleeping when she died.

_The Bridge of Sighs_.

One more Unfortunate Weary of breath, Rashly importunate, Gone to her death.

Take her up tenderly, Lift her with care; Fas.h.i.+oned so slenderly Young, and so fair!

SAMUEL ROGERS.

_Human Life_.

A guardian-angel o'er his life presiding, Doubling his pleasures, and his cares dividing.

The soul of music slumbers in the sh.e.l.l, Till waked and kindled by the master's spell; And feeling hearts--touch them but rightly--pour A thousand melodies unheard before!

Then, never less alone than when alone, Those that he loved so long and sees no more, Loved and still loves--not dead, but gone before-- He gathers round him.

_A Wish_.

Mine be a cot beside the hill; A beehive's hum shall soothe my ear; A willowy brook, that turns a mill, With many a fall, shall linger near.

RICHARD MONCKTON MILNES.

_Tragedy of the Lac de Gaube_.

Stanza 2.

But on and up, where Nature's heart Beats strong amid the hills.

_The Men of Old_.