Hugh Black
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The pledge of Friendship! it is still divine, Though watery floods have quenched its burning wine; Whatever vase the sacred drops may hold, The gourd, the shell, the cup of beaten gold, Around its brim the bond of Nature throws A garland sweeter than the banquet's rose. |
O. W. Holmes
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O friend, my bosom said, Through thee alone the sky is arched, Through thee the rose is red; All things through thee take nobler form, And look beyond the earth, The mill-round of our fate appears A sun-path in thy worth. Me too thy nobleness has taught To master my despair; The fountains of my hidden life Are through thy friendship fair. |
Emerson
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Friend is a word of royal tone; Friend is a poem all alone. |
From the Persian
Happy is the house that shelters a friend! It might well be built like a festal bower or arch, to entertain him a single day.