| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| Hartley Coleridge. (17961849) |
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| 1 | The soul of man is larger than the sky, Deeper than ocean, or the abysmal dark Of the unfathomed center. |
| To Shakespeare. |
| 2 | On this hapless earth There s small sincerity of mirth, And laughter oft is but an art To drown the outcry of the heart. |
| Address to certain Gold-fishes. |
| 3 | She is not fair to outward view As many maidens be; Her loveliness I never knew Until she smiled on me: Oh! then I saw her eye was bright, A well of love, a spring of light. |
| Song. She is not fair. |
| 4 | Her very frowns are fairer far Than smiles of other maidens are. |
| Song. She is not fair. |
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