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

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Robert Southey. (1774–1843) (continued)
    From his brimstone bed, at break of day,
  A-walking the Devil is gone,
To look at his little snug farm of the World,
  And see how his stock went on.
          The Devil’s Walk. Stanza 1.
    He passed a cottage with a double coach-house,—
  A cottage of gentility;
    And he owned with a grin,
    That his favourite sin
  Is pride that apes humility. 1
          The Devil’s Walk. Stanza 8.
    Where Washington hath left
  His awful memory
  A light for after times!
          Ode written during the War with America, 1814.
        How beautiful is night!
  A dewy freshness fills the silent air;
No mist obscures; nor cloud, nor speck, nor stain,
  Breaks the serene of heaven:
  In full-orbed glory, yonder moon divine
  Rolls through the dark blue depths;
    Beneath her steady ray
    The desert circle spreads
Like the round ocean, girdled with the sky.
    How beautiful is night!
          Thalaba. Book i. Stanza 1.
    “But what good came of it at last?”
Quoth little Peterkin.
“Why, that I cannot tell,” said he;
“But ’t was a famous victory.”
          The Battle of Blenheim.
    Blue, darkly, deeply, beautifully blue. 2
          Madoc in Wales. Part i. 5.
    What will not woman, gentle woman dare,
When strong affection stirs her spirit up?
          Madoc in Wales. Part ii. 2.
Note 1.
See Coleridge, Quotation 38. [back]
Note 2.
”Darkly, deeply, beautifully blue,”
As some one somewhere sings about the sky.
Lord Byron: Don Juan, canto iv. stanza 110. [back]