John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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Oliver Wendell Holmes. (18091894) (continued)
6946 Have you heard of the wonderful one-hoss shay, That was built in such a logical way It ran a hundred years to a day?
The Deacons Masterpiece.
6947 A general flavor of mild decay.
The Deacons Masterpiece.
6948 It went to pieces all at once All at once and nothing first, Just as bubbles do when they burst.
The Deacons Masterpiece.
6949 The brightest blades grow dim with rust, The fairest meadow white with snow.
Chanson without Music.
6950 When lawyers take what they would give And doctors give what they would take.
Latterday Warnings.
6951 Fame is the scentless sunflower, with gaudy crown of gold; But friendship is the breathing rose, with sweets in every fold.
No Time like the old Time.
6952 God reigneth. All is well. 1
Hymn at the Funeral Services of Charles Sumner.
6953 One unquestioned text we read, All doubt beyond, all fear above; Nor crackling pile nor cursing creed 2 Can burn or blot itGod is love.
What we all think.
6954 If we are only as the potters clay Made to be fashioned as the artist wills, And broken into shards if we offend The eye of Him who made us, it is well.
Rights.
6955 A thought is often original, though you have uttered it a hundred times.
The Autocrat of the Breakfast-Table. i.
Note 1. Browning: Pippa Passes. Gods in his heaven Alls right with the world. [back ]Note 2. Browning: Paracelsus. God! Thou art love! I build my faith on that. [back ]