
Army Hymn; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
Canto 1: st. 8 & st. 9, lines 1–12
The Hasty-Pudding (1793)
Context: But here tho' distant from our native shore,
With mutual glee we meet and laugh once more,
The same! I know thee by that yellow face,
That strong complexion of true Indian race,
Which time can never change, nor soil impair,
Nor Alpine snows, nor Turkey's morbid air;
For endless years, thro' every mild domain,
Where grows the maize, there thou art sure to reign.
But man, more fickle, the bold license claims,
In different realms to give thee different names.
Thee soft nations round the warm Levant
Palanta call, the French of course Polante;
E'en in thy native regions, how I blush
To hear the Pennsylvanians call thee Mush!
On Hudson's banks, while men of Belgic spawn
Insult and eat thee by the name suppawn.
All spurious appellations, void of truth:
I've better known thee from my earliest youth,
Thy name is Hasty-Pudding! thus our sires
Were wont to greet thee fuming from the fires.
Army Hymn; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
“E'en from the tomb the voice of Nature cries,
E'en in our Ashes live their wonted Fires.”
St. 23
Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard http://www.thomasgray.org/cgi-bin/display.cgi?text=elcc (written 1750, publ. 1751)
Shir Hakovod, trans. from the Hebrew by Israel Zangwill
Ode. Imagination before Content.
Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919)
“If your descent is from heroic sires,
Show in your life a remnant of their fires.”
Si vous êtes sorti de ces héros fameux,
Montrez-nous cette ardeur qu'on vit briller en eux.
Satire 5, l. 43
Satires (1716)
Source: To the Memory of My Beloved, the Author, Mr. William Shakespeare (1618), Lines 27 - 33
Book II
Exilius http://www.pierre-marteau.com/editions/1715-exilius.html (1715)
I Kings 8:41-43 on the dedication of the Temple in Jerusalem
A pledge written by Schirach about Hitler. Quoted in "Hitler Youth: The Hitlerjugend in Peace and War, 1933-1945" by Brenda Ralph Lewis - History - 2000 - Page 57
“Twice and thrice had I loved thee,
Before I knew thy face or name.”
Air and Angels, stanza 1