I do remember an apothecary, And hereabouts he dwells,-whom late I noted Green earthen pots, bladders and musty seeds, Romeo and Juliet. Act V. Sc. 1. L. 37. Like a plank of driftwood EDWIN ARNOLD-Book of Good Counsel. Trans. from the Sanscrit of the Hitopadéesa. A literal trans. by MAX MÜLLER appeared in The Fortnightly, July, 1898. He also translated the same idea from the Mahavastu. 17 Like driftwood spars which meet and pass Upon the boundless ocean-plain, So on the sea of life, alas! Man nears man, meets, and leaves again. MATTHEW ARNOLD-Terrace at Berne. (See also ALGER) 18 As drifting logs of wood may haply meet E'en as a traveler meeting with the shade ever. Trans. of the Code of Manu. In Words of Wisdom. 19 We met 'twas in a crowd. THOMAS HAYNES BAYLY-We Met. tion in a fictitious magazine, Greenwich Mag. for Marines, 1707. (Hoax.) It appeared in MRS. MARY SHERWOOD'S novel, The Nun. Same idea in POPE-Epistle to Robert, Earl of Oxford, and Earl Mortimer. Though lost to sight to memory dear The absent claim a sigh, the dead a tear. SIR DAVID DUNDAS offered 5 shillings during his life (1799-1877) to any one who could produce the origin of this first line. See Notes and Queries, Oct. 21, 1916. P. 336. Dem Augen fern dem Herzen ewig nah'. On a tomb in Dresden, near that of VON WEBER'S. See Notes and Queries, March 27, 1909. P. 249. (See also BACON, RIDER) I recollect a nurse called Ann, When I can talk I'll tell Mama," FRED. LOCKER-LAMPSON-A Terrible Infant. 13 The leaves of memory seemed to make A mournful rustling in the dark. LONGFELLOW-The Fire of Drift-Wood. 14 The heart hath its own memory, like the mind, And in it are enshrined The precious keepsakes, into which is wrought The giver's loving thought. LONGFELLOW-From My Arm-Chair. St. 12. 15 This memory brightens o'er the past, As when the sun concealed Behind some cloud that near us hangs, Shines on a distant field. LONGFELLOW A Gleam of Sunshine. 16 There comes to me out of the Past A voice, whose tones are sweet and wild, Singing a song almost divine, And with a tear in every line. Pt. LONGFELLOW-Tales of a Wayside Inn. 17 Nothing now is left But a majestic memory. LONGFELLOW-Three Friends of Mine. L. 10. 18 Wakes the bitter memory Of what he was, what is, and what must be Worse. MILTON-Paradise Lost. Bk. IV. L. 24. 19 Il se veoid par expérience, que les mémoires excellentes se joignent volontiers aux jugements débiles. Experience teaches that a good memory is generally joined to a weak judgment. MONTAIGNE-Essays. I. 9. 20 To live with them is far less sweet MOORE-I Saw Thy Form in Youthful Prime. |