Quote of the Week

“Look for the stars, you’ll say that there are none;
Look up a second time, and, one by one,
You mark them twinkling out with silvery light,
And wonder how they could elude the sight!”

“Calm Is the Fragrant Air” by William Wordsworth [1832]

Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett.

Published by Little, Brown and Company, 1955. Page 412.

To read the poem in entirety: Bartleby.com.

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“I have been here before,
But when or how I can not tell;
I know the grass beyond the door,
The sweet keen smell,
The sighing sound, the lights around the shore.”

“Sudden Light” [1881] Stanza 1.

Dante Gabriel Rossetti [1828-1882]

Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett.
Published by Little, Brown and Company in 1955. Page 640.

To read the poem in its entirety: Poetry Foundation.

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“Little lamb, who made thee?
Dost thou know who made thee?
Gave thee life, and bid thee feed
By the stream and o’er the mead;
Gave thee clothing of delight,
Softest clothing, woolly, bright.”

William Blake [1757-1827]

“The Lamb” Stanza 1.

Barlett’s Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett.
Published by Little, Brown and Company in 1955.
Page 385.

To read the poem in its entirety: Poetry Foundation.

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“Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.”

Williams Shakespeare [1564-1616]

Sonnet 18

Bartlett’s Familiar Quotations by John Bartlett.
Published by Little, Brown and Company in 1955.
Page 204.

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“But you will not always be shut up in your present lot; why should you starve your mind in that way? It is narrow asceticism; I don’t like to see you persisting in it, Maggie. Poetry and art and knowledge are sacred and pure.”

The Mill on the Floss by George Eliot.
Published by Signet Classic, 1965. Page 321.