|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|Thomas Babington, Lord Macaulay. (18001859) (continued)|
|And wherefore doth your rout send forth a joyous shout?|
And whence be the grapes of the wine-press which ye tread?
| The Battle of Naseby.|
| Ye diners-out from whom we guard our spoons. 1 |
| Political Georgics.|
|J. Augustus Wade. (18001875)|
| Meet me by moonlight alone,|
And then I will tell you a tale
Must be told by the moonlight alone,
In the grove at the end of the vale!
You must promise to come, for I said
I would show the night-flowers their queen.
Nay, turn not away that sweet head,
T is the loveliest ever was seen.
| Meet me by Moonlight.|
| T were vain to tell thee all I feel,|
Or say for thee Id die.
Ah, well-a-day, the sweetest melody
Could never, never say, one half my love for thee.
| T were vain to tell.|
|Lord Charles Neaves. (18001876)|
| Pouter, tumbler and fantail are from the same source;|
The racer and hack may be traced to one horse;
So men were developed from monkeys of course, 2
Which nobody can deny.
| The Origin of Species.|
Macaulay, in a letter, June 29, 1831, says I sent these lines to the Times about three years ago. [back]
See Lord Beaconsfield, page 625. [back]