Winthrop Mackworth Praed quotes

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)
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. View quote
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. View quote
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
I remember, I remember How my childhood fleeted by,- The mirth of its December And the warmth of its July. View quote
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
His partners at the whist-club said That he was faultless in his dealings. View quote
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
She was our queen, our rose, our star; And then she danced-O Heaven, her dancing! View quote
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Some lie beneath the churchyard stone, And some before the speaker. View quote
Winthrop Mackworth Praed
John Bull was beat at Waterloo! They'll swear to that in France. View quote
Winthrop Mackworth Praed