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C.N. Douglas, comp. Forty Thousand Quotations: Prose and Poetical. 1917.

Holidays

  • If all the year were playing holidays,
  • To sport would be as tedious as to work.
  • Shakespeare.

    I have a great confidence in the revelations which holidays bring forth.

    Beaconsfield.

  • You sunburnt sicklemen, of August weary,
  • Come hither from the furrow and be merry:
  • Make holiday; your rye-straw hats put on
  • And these fresh nymphs encounter every one
  • In country footing.
  • Shakespeare.

  • The holiest of all holidays are those
  • Kept by ourselves in silence and apart;
  • The secret anniversaries of the heart,
  • When the full river of feeling overflows;—
  • The happy days unclouded to their close;
  • The sudden joys that out of darkness start
  • As flames from ashes; swift desires that dart
  • Like swallows singing down each wind that blows!
  • Longfellow.

    The second day of July, 1776, will be the most memorable epoch in the history of America. I am apt to believe that it will be celebrated by succeeding generations as the great anniversary festival. It ought to be commemorated as the day of deliverance, by solemn acts of devotion to God Almighty. It ought to be solemnized with pomp and parade, with shows, games, sports, guns, bells, bonfires, and illuminations, from one end of this continent to the other, from this time forward forevermore.

    John Adams.