John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Charles Stuart Calverley. (18311884)
1 I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told Not to thy credit!
Ode to Tobacco.
2 I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.
In the Gloaming.
3 I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low; T is that I cant remember how They go.
Changed.
4 O my own, my beautiful, my blue-eyed! To be young once more and bite my thumb At the world and all its cares with you, Id Give no inconsiderable sum.
First Love.
5 The farmers daughter hath soft brown hair (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) And I met with a ballad, I cant say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these.
Ballad.
6 T was ever thus from childhoods hour! My fondest hopes would not decay: I never loved a tree or flower Which was the first to fade away. 1
Disaster.
7 Forever; t is a single word! Our rude forefathers deemed it two: Can you imagine so absurd A view?
Forever.
Note 1. See Thomas Moore. The Fire Worshippers. Page 526. [back ]