Winthrop Mackworth Praed Quotes

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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.

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She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing!

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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;

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John Bull was beat at Waterloo!
They'll swear to that in France.

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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.

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I remember, I remember
How my childhood fleeted by,—
The mirth of its December
And the warmth of its July.

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Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the speaker.

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His partners at the whist-club said
That he was faultless in his dealings.

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The Baptist found him far too deep; The Deist sighed with saving sorrow; And the lean Levite went to sleep, And dreamed of tasting pork to-morrow.

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Twelve years ago I made a mock
Of filthy trades and traffics;
I considered what they meant by stock;
I wrote delightful sapphics;
I knew the streets of Rome and Troy,
I supped with fates and Fairies--
Twelve years ago I was a boy,
A happy boy at Drury's.

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I think while zealots fast and frown,
And fight for two or seven,
That there are fifty roads to town,
And rather more to Heaven.

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Woman! thou loveliest gift that here below
Man can receive, or Providence bestow.

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Still and pale
Thou movest in thy silver veil,
Queen of the night! the filmy shroud
Of many a mild, transparent cloud
Hides, yet adorns thee.

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Hail, blest Confusion! here are met
All tongues, and times, and faces;
The Lancers flirt with Juliet,
The Brahmin talks of races.

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