The Long, Happy Life Of ‘bartlett’s Quotations’

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I wander lonely, as a cloud that floats on high My heart leaps up when I behold a rainbow in the sky The window’s panes are in its sash, I wonder why. The ice is there, the ice is here On the opposite shore rides Paul Revere His brow is wet with honest sweat The feast is set, the guests are met Eternal summer gilds them, yet How the farmers gave them ball for ball, Beauty is truth, truth beauty, that is all The curfew tolled the knell of parting day And when the sun set where were they? I met a traveler from an antique land I knew his heart, I knew his hand We stood in Venice on the Bridge of Sighs And looked at each other with a wild surmise. The sea was calm that night, the tide was full A boy stood on the burning deck The blessed damosel leaned out and wept, I heard her tears She was the darling of my heart and she lived in our alley Oh how she walked in beauty like the night! O Mary, go and call the cattle home, across the sands o’Dee Under a spreading chestnut tree The splendor falls on castle walls The harp that once through Tara’s halls Like a thing of beauty is a joy forever. Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair! Earth hath not anything to show more fair Unwept, unhonored, and unsung Nothing beside remains! “We’re lost,” the Captain shouted. Quoth the Raven, “Nevermore!” WHAT IS HISTORY? HERE ARE A FEW ANSWERS FROM FAMILIAR QUOTATIONS