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

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Robert Browning. (1812–1889) (continued)
    Round and round, like a dance of snow
In a dazzling drift, as its guardians, go
Floating the women faded for ages,
Sculptured in stone on the poet’s pages.
          Women and Roses.
    How he lies in his rights of a man!
Death has done all death can.
And absorbed in the new life he leads,
He recks not, he heeds
Nor his wrong nor my vengeance; both strike
On his senses alike,
And are lost in the solemn and strange
Surprise of the change.
    Ah, did you once see Shelley plain,
  And did he stop and speak to you,
And did you speak to him again?
  How strange it seems, and new!
          Memorabilia. i.
    He who did well in war just earns the right
To begin doing well in peace.
          Luria. Act ii.
    And inasmuch as feeling, the East’s gift,
Is quick and transient,—comes, and lo! is gone,
While Northern thought is slow and durable.
          Luria. Act v.
    A people is but the attempt of many
To rise to the completer life of one;
And those who live as models for the mass
Are singly of more value than they all.
          Luria. Act v.
            I count life just a stuff
To try the soul’s strength on.
          In a Balcony.
    Was there nought better than to enjoy?
  No feat which, done, would make time break,
  And let us pent-up creatures through
  Into eternity, our due?
No forcing earth teach heaven’s employ?
          Dis aliter visum; or, Le Byron de nos Jours.