Winthrop Mackworth Praed famous 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.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Science #Men #Judging
Apollo has peeped through the shutter, And awaken'd the witty and fair; The boarding-school belle's in a flutter, The twopenny post's in despair; The breath of the morning is flinging A magic on blossom and spray, And cockneys and sparrows are singing In chorus on Valentine's day.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Witty #Morning #Valentine
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.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Queens #Moon #Night
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.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Fighting #Thinking #Two
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.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Education #Fate #Boys
Hail, blest Confusion! here are met All tongues, and times, and faces; The Lancers flirt with Juliet, The Brahmin talks of races.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Flirting #Race #Confusion
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
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Years #Weather #Joy
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.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Heart #Gay #Laughing
I remember, I remember how my childhood fleeted by. The mirth of its December, and the warmth of its July.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#July #Childhood #Mirth
I think, whatever mortals crave, With impotent endeavor, A wreath--a rank--a throne--a grave-- The world goes round forever; I think that life is not too long, And therefore I determine, That many people read a song, Who will not read a sermon.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Song #Thinking #Long
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.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Sleep #Sorrow #Baptists
Woman! thou loveliest gift that here below Man can receive, or Providence bestow.
-- Winthrop Mackworth Praed

#Women #Men #Providence

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