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

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Thomas Gray. (1716–1771) (continued)
    Ruin seize thee, ruthless king!
  Confusion on thy banners wait!
Though fann’d by Conquest’s crimson wing,
  They mock the air with idle state.
          The Bard. I. 1, Line 1.
    Loose his beard, and hoary hair
Stream’d like a meteor to the troubled air. 1
          The Bard. I. 2, Line 5.
    To high-born Hoel’s harp, or soft Llewellyn’s lay.
          The Bard. I. 2, Line 14.
    Dear as the light that visits these sad eyes;
Dear as the ruddy drops that warm my heart. 2
          The Bard. I. 3, Line 12.
    Weave the warp, and weave the woof,
  The winding-sheet of Edward’s race.
Give ample room and verge enough 3
  The characters of hell to trace.
          The Bard. II. 1, Line 1.
    Fair laughs the morn, and soft the zephyr blows;
  While proudly riding o’er the azure realm
In gallant trim the gilded vessel goes,
  Youth on the prow, and Pleasure at the helm;
Regardless of the sweeping whirlwind’s sway,
That hush’d in grim repose expects his evening prey.
          The Bard. II. 2, Line 9.
    Ye towers of Julius, London’s lasting shame,
With many a foul and midnight murder fed.
          The Bard. II. 3, Line 11.
    Visions of glory, spare my aching sight!
Ye unborn ages, crowd not on my soul!
          The Bard. III. 1, Line 11.
    And truth severe, by fairy fiction drest.
          The Bard. III. 3, Line 3.
    Comus and his midnight crew.
          Ode for Music. Line 2.
    While bright-eyed Science watches round.
          Ode for Music. Chorus. Line 3.
    The still small voice of gratitude.
          Ode for Music. V. Line 8.
Note 1.
See Cowley, Quotation 12. Milton, Quotation 21. [back]
Note 2.
See Shakespeare, Julius Cæsar, Quotation 21. Otway, Quotation 2. [back]
Note 3.
See Dryden, Quotation 103. [back]