Winthrop Mackworth Praed

"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."

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

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

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

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

"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;"

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

"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."