01c. 1852 ADOur days begin with trouble here, Our life is but a span, And cruel death is always near, So frail a thing is man.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
02c. 1852 ADNow I lay me down to take my sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep; If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
03c. 1852 ADHis wife, with nine small children and one at the breast, following him to the stake.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
04c. 1852 ADAnd shall Trelawny die? Here 's twenty thousand Cornish men Will know the reason why.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
05c. 1852 ADMater ait natæ, dic natæ, natam Ut moneat natæ, plangere filiolam.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
06c. 1852 ADThe mother to her daughter spake: "Daughter," said she, "arise! Thy daughter to her daughter take, Whose daughter's daughter cries."Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
08c. 1852 ADCount that day lost whose low descending sun Views from thy hand no worthy action done.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
09c. 1852 ADThe gloomy companions of a disturbed imagination, the melancholy madness of poetry without the inspiration.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
10c. 1852 ADI do not give you to posterity as a pattern to imitate, but as an example to deter.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
11c. 1852 ADThe Americans equally detest the pageantry of a king and the supercilious hypocrisy of a bishop.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
12c. 1852 ADThe heart to conceive, the understanding to direct, or the hand to execute.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
13c. 1852 ADPrivate credit is wealth; public honour is security. The feather that adorns the royal bird supports its flight; strip him of his plumage, and you fix him to the earth.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
14c. 1852 AD'T is well to be merry and wise, 'T is well to be honest and true; 'T is well to be off with the old love Before you are on with the new.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
15c. 1852 ADStill so gently o'er me stealing, Mem'ry will bring back the feeling, Spite of all my grief revealing, That I love thee,—that I dearly love thee still.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
16c. 1852 ADHappy am I; from care I 'm free! Why ar' n't they all contented like me?Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
17c. 1852 ADIt is so soon that I am done for, I wonder what I was begun for.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
18c. 1852 ADAn Austrian army, awfully array'd, Boldly by battery besiege Belgrade; Cossack commanders cannonading come, Deal devastation's dire destructive doom; Ev'ry endeavour engineers essay, For fame, for freedom, fight, fierce furious fray. Gen'rals 'gainst gen'rals grapple,—gracious God! How honors Heav'n heroic hardihood! Infuriate, indiscriminate in ill, Just Jesus, instant innocence instill! Kinsmen kill kinsmen, kindred kindred kill. Labour low levels longest, loftiest lines; Men march 'midst mounds, motes, mountains, murd'rous mines. Now noisy, noxious numbers notice nought, Of outward obstacles o'ercoming ought; Poor patriots perish, persecution's pest! Quite quiet Quakers "Quarter, quarter" quest; Reason returns, religion, right, redounds, Suwarrow stop such sanguinary sounds! Truce to thee, Turkey, terror to thy train! Unwise, unjust, unmerciful Ukraine! Vanish vile vengeance, vanish victory vain! Why wish we warfare? wherefore welcome won Xerxes, Xantippus, Xavier, Xenophon? Yield, ye young Yaghier yeomen, yield your yell! Zimmerman's, Zoroaster's, Zeno's zeal Again attract; arts against arms appeal. All, all ambitious aims, avaunt, away! Et cætera, et cætera, et cæter[=a].Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
19c. 1852 ADBut were it to my fancy given To rate her charms, I 'd call them heaven; For though a mortal made of clay, Angels must love Ann Hathaway; She hath a way so to control, To rapture the imprisoned soul, And sweetest heaven on earth display, That to be heaven Ann hath a way; She hath a way, Ann Hathaway,— To be heaven's self Ann hath a way.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
20c. 1852 ADThe night has a thousand eyes, And the day but one; Yet the light of the whole world dies With the setting sun. The mind has a thousand eyes, And the heart but one; But the light of a whole life dies When love is done.Francis W. Bourdillon / quote ↗
