John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| Charles Hamilton Aïdé (1830–1906) (continued) |
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| 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. (1831–1884) |
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| I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told Not to thy credit! |
| Ode to Tobacco. |
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| I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun. |
| In the Gloaming. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| 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. |
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| ’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. |
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| 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] |