John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
James Maurie Thompson 1844-1901 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| When Spring is old, and dewy winds Blow from the south, with odors sweet, I see my love, in shadowy groves, Speed down dark aisles on shining feet. |
| Atalanta’s Race. |
| 2 |
| She throws a kiss, and bids me run In whispers sweet as roses’ breath; I know I can not win the race, And at the end, I know, is death. |
| Atalanta’s Race. |
| 3 |
| Bubble, bubble, flows the stream Like an old tune through a dream. |
| In Haunts of Bass and Bream. |