Unattributed Author

Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when a man has only one
idea.

Nothing is more dangerous than an idea, when a man has only one
idea.

If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem
The time for lo! it passes like a dream;
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If o'er the dial glides a shade, redeem
The time for lo! it passes like a dream;
But if 'tis all a blank, then mark the loss
Of hours unblest by shadows from the cross.

But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill read more

But Bellenden we needs must praise,
Who as down the stairs she jumps
Sings o'er the hill and far away,
Despising doleful dumps.
- Unattributed Author,

Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.

Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the
world.

Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
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Who in this world of ours their eyes
In March first open shall be wise;
In days of peril firm and brave,
And wear a Bloodstone to their grave.