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

Rihard Hovey 1864-1900 John Bartlett

    In all climes we pitch out tents,
Cronies of the elements,
With the secret lords of birth
Intimate and free.
          The Wander-lovers.
    The people blossoms armies and puts forth
The splendid summer of its noiseless might.
          The Call of the Bugles.
    The great white cold walks abroad!
          Dartmouth Winter-song.
    Nor love they least
  Who strike with right good will
  To vanquish ill
And fight God’s battle upward from the beast.
    Who would not rather founder in the fight
Than not have known the glory of the fray?
          Two and Fate.
    Praise be to you, O hills, that you can breathe
Into our souls the secret of your power!
    Spring in the world!
And all things are made new!
    For ’t is always fair weather
When good fellows get together
With a stein on the table and a good song ringing clear.
    The East and the West in the spring of the world shall blend 1 
        As a man and a woman that plight
        Their troth in the warm spring night.
    How loving is the Lord God and how strong withal!
    Shall the iron argue with the smith what it would be?
Or, shall the wrought iron reason with the monger
To whom it would be sold?
    Love seeks a guerdon; friendship is as God,
Who gives and asks no payment.
          The Marriage of Guenevere. Act i. Sc. 1.
    Fair weather weddings make fair weather lives.
          The Marriage of Guenevere. Act i. Sc. 3.
    There is no sorrow like a love denied
Nor any joy like love that has its will.
          The Marriage of Guenevere. Act i. Sc. 3.
    There are worser ills to face
  Than foemen in the fray;
And many a man has fought because—
  He feared to run away.
          The Marriage of Guenevere. Act. iv. Sc. 3.
    I have need of the sky,
I have business with the grass;
I will up and get me away where the hawk is wheeling
Lone and high,
And the slow clouds go by.
I will get me away to the waters that glass
The clouds as they pass.
I will get me away to the woods.
          I have Need of the Sky.
Note 1.
Rudyard Kipling: Oh, East is East and West is West and never the twain shall meet. [back]