“I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean…”
Variant: Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....
Source: Redwall
Lament for Culloden
“I fell, you see. Trod on my abbot, Father Habit. Oh, dear! I mean…”
Variant: Err, sorry Father Abbot. I tripped y'see. Trod on my Abbot, Father Habit. Oh dear, I mean....
Source: Redwall
“Never, dear father, love can be,
Like the dear love I had for thee!”
Letitia Elizabeth Landon (1802–1838) English poet and novelist
Canto IV
The Troubadour (1825)
Julius Streicher (1885–1946) German politician
Last words, 10/16/46, quoted in "The Quest for the Nazi Personality" - Page 157 by Eric A. Zillmer - History - 1995
“I still remember the day my father took me to the Cemetery of Forgotten Books for the first time.”
Carlos Ruiz Zafón book The Shadow of the Wind
Source: The Shadow of the Wind
George Washington (1732–1799) first President of the United States
Letter http://teachingamericanhistory.org/library/index.asp?document=296 to Gilbert du Motier, marquis de Lafayette (1 February 1784) <br class="br">1780s <br class="br">Context: I am become a private citizen on the banks of the Potomac, and under the shadow of my own Vine and my own Fig-tree, free from the bustle of a camp and the busy scenes of public life, I am solacing myself with those tranquil enjoyments, of which the Soldier who is ever in pursuit of fame, the Statesman whose watchful days and sleepless nights are spent in devising schemes to promote the welfare of his own, perhaps the ruin of other countries, as if this globe was insufficient for us all, and the Courtier who is always watching the countenance of his Prince, in hopes of catching a gracious smile, can have very little conception. I am not only retired from all public employments, but I am retiring within myself; and shall be able to view the solitary walk, and tread the paths of private life with heartfelt satisfaction. Envious of none, I am determined to be pleased with all; and this my dear friend, being the order for my march, I will move gently down the stream of life, until I sleep with my Fathers.
Thomas Jefferson (1743–1826) 3rd President of the United States of America
"A death-bed Adieu from Th. J. to M. R." Jefferson's poem to his eldest child, Martha "Patsy" Randolph, written during his last illness in 1826. http://www.loc.gov/rr/program/bib/prespoetry/tj.html Two days before his death, Jefferson told Martha that in a certain drawer in an old pocket book she would find something intended for her. https://books.google.com/books?id=1F3fPa1LWVQC&pg=PA429&dq=%22in+a+certain+drawer+in+an+old+pocket+book%22&hl=en&sa=X&ei=NDa2VJX_OYOeNtCpg8gM&ved=0CCQQ6AEwAQ#v=onepage&q=%22in%20a%20certain%20drawer%20in%20an%20old%20pocket%20book%22&f=false The "two seraphs" refer to Jefferson's deceased wife and younger daughter. His wife, Martha (nicknamed "Patty"), died in 1782; his daughter Mary (nicknamed "Polly" and also "Maria," died in 1804 <br class="br">1820s
Dorothy Parker (1893–1967) American poet, short story writer, critic and satirist
First printed in New Yorker, (9 April 1927) p. 31
Sunset Gun (1927)
“And the best of all ways
To lengthen our days
Is to steal a few hours from the night, my dear!”
Thomas Moore (1779–1852) Irish poet, singer and songwriter
The Young May Moon, st. 1. <br class="br"> Irish Melodies http://www.musicanet.org/robokopp/moore.html (1807–1834)
Seneca the Younger book Epistulae morales ad Lucilium
Epistulae Morales ad Lucilium (Moral Letters to Lucilius), Letter CI: On the Futility of Planning Ahead