John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Edward Coate Pinckney. (18021828) 6188
I fill this cup to one made up Of loveliness alone, A woman, of her gentle sex The seeming paragon; To whom the better elements And kindly stars have given A form so fair, that, like the air, T is less of earth than heaven.
A Health. 6189
Her every tone is musics own, Like those of morning birds, And something more than melody Dwells ever in her words.
A Health. 6190
Look out upon the stars, my love, And shame them with thine eyes.
Winthrop Mackworth Praed. (18021839) 6191
And oh! I shall find how, day by day, All thoughts and things look older; How the laugh of pleasure grows less gay, And the heart of friendship colder.
Twenty-eight and Twenty-nine. 6192
She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she dancedO Heaven, her dancing!
The Belle of the Ball. 6193
Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the speaker.
School and Schoolfellows. 6194
I remember, I remember 1 How my childhood fleeted by, The mirth of its December And the warmth of its July.
I remember, I remember.
Note 1. See Thomas Hood: under same title, page 592. [ back]