John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Robert Blair 1699-1746 John Bartlett
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| The Grave, dread thing! Men shiver when thou ’rt named: Nature, appall’d, Shakes off her wonted firmness. |
| The Grave. Part i. Line 9. |
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| The schoolboy, with his satchel in his hand, Whistling aloud to bear his courage up. 1 |
| The Grave. Part i. Line 58. |
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| Friendship! mysterious cement of the soul! Sweetener of life! and solder of society! |
| The Grave. Part i. Line 88. |
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| Of joys departed, Not to return, how painful the remembrance! |
| The Grave. Part i. Line 109. |
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| The cup goes round: And who so artful as to put it by! ’T is long since Death had the majority. |
| The Grave. Part ii. Line 449. |
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| The good he scorn’d Stalk’d off reluctant, like an ill-used ghost, Not to return; or if it did, in visits Like those of angels, short and far between. 2 |
| The Grave. Part ii. Line 586. |
| Note 1. See Dryden, Quotation 105. [back] |
| Note 2. See Norris, Quotation 1. [back] |