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5 Quotes for 'Robert Williams Buchanan' in the Database.
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Robert Williams Buchanan Quotes
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And the voice of men shall call,
"He is fallen like us all,
Though the weapon of the Lord was in his hand:"
And thine epitaph shall be--
"He was wretched ev'n as we;"
And thy tomb may be unhonoured in the land.
Topic: Epitaphs
Source: The Modern Warrior (st. 7)
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Pansies? You praise the ones that grow today
Here in the garden; had you seen the place
When Sutherland was living!
Here they grew,
From blue to deeper blue, in midst of each
A golden dazzle like a glimmering star,
Each broader, bigger than a silver crown;
While here the weaver sat, his labor done,
Watching his azure pets and rearing them,
Until they seem'd to know his step and touch,
And stir beneath his smile like living things:
The very sunshine loved them, and would lie
Here happy, coming early, lingering late,
Because they were so fair.
Topic: Pansies
Source: Hugh Sutherland's Pansies
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One fine day,
Says Mister Mucklewraith to me, says he.
"So! you're a poet in your house," and smiled.
"A Poet? God forbid," I cried; and then
It all came out: how Andrew slyly sent
Verse to the paper; how they printed it
In Poet's Corner.
Topic: Poets
Source: Poet Andrew (l. 161)
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The earth is rocking, the skies are riven--
Jove in a passion, in god-like fashion,
Is breaking the crystal urns of heaven.
Topic: Storms
Source: Horatius Cogitandibus (st. 16)
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So bent on self-sanctifying,--
That she never thought of trying
To save her poor husband as well.
Topic: Wives
Source: Fra Giacomo
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