John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Winthrop Makworth Praed 1802-1839 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| 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. |
| 2 |
| She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing! |
| The Belle of the Ball. |
| 3 |
| Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the speaker. |
| School and Schoolfellows. |
| 4 |
| 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. |
| 5 |
| His partners at the whist-club said That he was faultless in his dealings. |
| Quince. |
| 6 |
| Dame Fortune is a fickle gipsy, And always blind, and often tipsy; Sometimes for years and years together, She ’ll bless you with the sunniest weather, Bestowing honour, pudding, pence, You can’t imagine why or whence;— Then in a moment—Presto, pass!— Your joys are withered like the grass; |
| The haunted Tree. |
| 7 |
| John Bull was beat at Waterloo! They’ll swear to that in France. |
| Waterloo. |
| 8 |
| Of science and logic he chatters, As fine and as fast as he can; Though I am no judge of such matters, I’m sure he’s a talented man. |
| The talented Man. |
| Note 1. See Thomas Hood: under same title, page 592. [back] |