John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Edward Coate Pinckney. (1802–1828) |
| 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 music’s 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. |
| A Serenade. |
| Winthrop Mackworth Praed. (1802–1839) |
| 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 danced—O 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] |