Charles Stuart Calverley quotes

I can not sing the old songs now! It is not that I deem them low, 'Tis that I can't remember how They go. (Charles Stuart Calverley)

I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.

Charles Stuart Calverley

White is the wold, and ghostly The dank and leafless trees; And 'M's and 'N's are mostly Pronounced like 'B's and 'D's: 'Neath bleak sheds, ice-encrusted, The sheep stands, mute and stolid: And ducks find out, disgusted, That all the ponds are solid.

Charles Stuart Calverley

Forever; 't is a single word! Our rude forefathers deemed it two: Can you imagine so absurd A view?

Charles Stuart Calverley

Now the "rosy morn appearing" Floods with light the dazzled heaven; And the schoolboy groans on hearing That eternal clock strike seven:- Now the waggoner is driving Towards the fields his clattering wain; Now the bluebottle, reviving, Buzzes down his native pane.

Charles Stuart Calverley

Meaning, however, is no great matter.

Charles Stuart Calverley

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.

Charles Stuart Calverley

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.

Charles Stuart Calverley

O Beer! O Hodgson, Guinness, Allsop, Bass! Names that should be on every infant's tongue! Shall days and months and years and centuries pass, And still your merits be unrecked, unsung? Oh! I have gazed into my foaming glass, And wished that lyre could yet again be strung Which once rang prophet-like through Greece, and taught her Misguided sons that "the best drink was water."

Charles Stuart Calverley

I have a liking old For thee, though manifold Stories, I know, are told Not to thy credit; How one (or two at most) Drops make a cat a ghost- Useless, except to roast- Doctors have said it:How they who use fusees All grow by slow degrees Brainless as chimpanzees, Meagre as lizards; Go mad, and beat their wives; Plunge (after shocking lives) Razors and carving knives Into their gizzards.

Charles Stuart Calverley

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. (Charles Stuart Calverley)

I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvellous. It must be very inexpensive.

Charles Stuart Calverley

Read not Milton, for he is dry; nor Shakespeare, for he wrote of common life.

Charles Stuart Calverley

Charles Stuart Calverley

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Occupation: English Poet
Born: December 22, 1831
Died: February 17, 1884
Quotes count: 13
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