FWFrancis W. Bourdillon

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Francis W. Bourdillon

Born 1852 AD; death year unknown

Listed in the author section of Bartlett’s ninth-edition anthology, in the linked 1905 printing. Dates reflect that historical edition and may differ from modern scholarship.

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Quotations and sayings

01c. 1852 AD

Oh, it 's a snug little island! A right little, tight little island.

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02c. 1852 AD

And ne'er shall the sons of Columbia be slaves, While the earth bears a plant or the sea rolls its waves.

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03c. 1852 AD

They [the blacks] had no rights which the white man was bound to respect.

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04c. 1852 AD

To make a mountain of a mole-hill.

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05c. 1852 AD

March to the battle-field, The foe is now before us; Each heart is Freedom's shield, And heaven is shining o'er us.

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06c. 1852 AD

Our country! In her intercourse with foreign nations may she always be in the right; but our country, right or wrong.

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07c. 1852 AD

Here shall the Press the People's right maintain, Unaw'd by influence and unbrib'd by gain; Here patriot Truth her glorious precepts draw, Pledg'd to Religion, Liberty, and Law.

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08c. 1852 AD

Let there be no inscription upon my tomb; let no man write my epitaph: no man can write my epitaph.

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09c. 1852 AD

Imitation is the sincerest flattery.

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10c. 1852 AD

Behold how brightly breaks the morning! Though bleak our lot, our hearts are warm.

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11c. 1852 AD

Unthinking, idle, wild, and young, I laugh'd and danc'd and talk'd and sung.

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12c. 1852 AD

A sound so fine, there 's nothing lives 'Twixt it and silence.

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13c. 1852 AD

We have met the enemy, and they are ours.

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14c. 1852 AD

Not she with trait'rous kiss her Saviour stung, Not she denied him with unholy tongue; She, while apostles shrank, could danger brave, Last at his cross and earliest at his grave.

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15c. 1852 AD

They see nothing wrong in the rule that to the victors belong the spoils of the enemy.

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16c. 1852 AD

Say to the seceded States, "Wayward sisters, depart in peace."

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17c. 1852 AD

Rock'd in the cradle of the deep, I lay me down in peace to sleep.

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18c. 1852 AD

Right as a trivet.

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19c. 1852 AD

My life is like the summer rose That opens to the morning sky, But ere the shades of evening close Is scattered on the ground—to die.

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20c. 1852 AD

Grand, gloomy, and peculiar, he sat upon the throne a sceptred hermit, wrapped in the solitude of his own originality.

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21c. 1852 AD

Rise up, rise up, Xarifa! lay your golden cushion down; Rise up! come to the window, and gaze with all the town.

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22c. 1852 AD

By the margin of fair Zurich's waters Dwelt a youth, whose fond heart, night and day, For the fairest of fair Zurich's daughters In a dream of love melted away.

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23c. 1852 AD

I saw two clouds at morning Tinged by the rising sun, And in the dawn they floated on And mingled into one.

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24c. 1852 AD

On thy fair bosom, silver lake, The wild swan spreads his snowy sail, And round his breast the ripples break As down he bears before the gale.

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