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.
"Twenty-eight and Twenty-nine" in The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed (published 1860) p. 212.
She was our queen, our rose, our star;
And then she danced—O Heaven, her dancing!
"The Belle of the Ball" in The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed (published 1860) p. 139.
Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,
And some before the speaker.
School and Schoolfellows.
I remember, I remember
How my childhood fleeted by,—
The mirth of its December
And the warmth of its July.
"I remember, I remember" in The Poetical Works of Winthrop Mackworth Praed (published 1860) p. 248. Compare: " I remember, I remember / The house where I was born", Thomas Hood, I remember, I remember.
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;
The haunted Tree.
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.