John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
(continued) Thomas Moore. (17791852) 5408
A Persians heaven is easly made: T is but black eyes and lemonade.
Intercepted Letters. Letter vi. 5409
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
Little Man and Little Soul. 5410
Go where glory waits thee! 1 But while fame elates thee, Oh, still remember me!
Go where Glory waits thee. 5411
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonourd his relics are laid,
Oh breathe not his Name. 5412
And the tear that we shed, though in secret it rolls, Shall long keep his memory green in our souls.
Oh breathe not his Name. 5413
The harp that once through Taras halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Taras walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glorys thrill is oer; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
The Harp that once through Taras Halls. 5414
Who ran Through each mode of the lyre, and was master of all.
On the Death of Sheridan. 5415
Whose wit in the combat, as gentle as bright, Neer carried a heart-stain away on its blade.
On the Death of Sheridan. 5416
Good at a fight, but better at a play; Godlike in giving, but the devil to pay.
On a Cast of Sheridans Hand.