| John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919. |
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| | | Charles Hamilton Aïdé (18301906) (continued) |
| | | 7673 | Do you recall that night in June Upon the Danube River; We listened to the ländler-tune, We watched the moonbeams quiver. |
| The Danube River. |
| | | Charles Stuart Calverley. (18311884) |
| | | 7674 | I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told Not to thy credit! |
| Ode to Tobacco. |
| 7675 | | I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. |
| In the Gloaming. |
| 7676 | 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. |
| 7677 | 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. |
| 7678 | 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. |
| 7679 | 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. |
| 7680 | 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] |
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