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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

Charles Kingsley 1819-1875 John Bartlett

    O Mary, go and call the cattle home,
  And call the cattle home,
And call the cattle home,
  Across the sands o’ Dee!
          The Sands of Dee.
    The cruel crawling foam.
          The Sands of Dee.
    Men must work, and women must weep.
And there’s little to earn and many to keep,
And the harbor bar is moaning.
          The three Fishers.
    Be good, sweet maid, and let who will be clever;
  Do noble things, not dream them, all day long:
And so make life, death, and that vast forever
      One grand sweet song.
          A Farewell.
    The world goes up and the world goes down,
  And the sunshine follows the rain;
And yesterday’s sneer and yesterday’s frown
    Can never come over again.
          Dolcino to Margaret.
    Toil is the true knight’s pastime.
          The Saint’s Tragedy. Act i. Sc. ii.
    Oh that we two were Maying.
          The Saint’s Tragedy. Act ii. Sc. ix.
    Would that we two were lying
  Beneath the churchyard sod,
With our limbs at rest in the green earth’s breast,
  And our souls at home with God.
          The Saint’s Tragedy. Act ii. Sc. ix.
    Fools! who fancy Christ mistaken;
  Man a tool to buy and sell;
Earth a failure, God-forsaken,
  Ante-room of Hell.
          The World’s Age.
    Pain is no evil,
  Unless it conquer us.
          St. Maura.
          Are gods more ruthless than mortals?
Have they no mercy for youth? no love for the souls who have loved them?
    Sad, sad to think that the year is all but done.
          The Starlings.
    In the light of fuller day,
  Of purer science, holier laws. 1 
          On the Death of a certain Journal.
    When all the world is old, lad,
  And all the trees are brown;
And all the sport is stale, lad,
  And all the wheels run down;
          Water Babies. Song ii.
    Creep home, and take your place there,
  The spent and maimed among:—
God grant you find one face there
  You loved when all was young!
          Water Babies. Song ii.
      To be discontented with the divine discontent, and to be ashamed with the noble shame, is the very germ of the first upgrowth of all virtue.
          Health and Education.
Note 1.
See Tennyson: Sweeter manners, purer laws, page 676. [back]