John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
Charles Stuart Calverley 1831-1884 John Bartlett
| 1 |
| I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told Not to thy credit! |
| Ode to Tobacco. |
| 2 |
| I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. |
| In the Gloaming. |
| 3 |
| I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low; ’T is that I can’t remember how They go. |
| Changed. |
| 4 |
| 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, I’d Give no inconsiderable sum. |
| First Love. |
| 5 |
| The farmer’s daughter hath soft brown hair (Butter and eggs and a pound of cheese) And I met with a ballad, I can’t say where, That wholly consisted of lines like these. |
| Ballad. |
| 6 |
| ’T was ever thus from childhood’s hour! My fondest hopes would not decay: I never loved a tree or flower Which was the first to fade away. 1 |
| Disaster. |
| 7 |
| 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] |