Quotes
Quotes - Calverley
I have a liking old
For thee, though manifold
Stories, I know, are told
Not to thy credit!
I sit alone at present, dreaming darkly of a Dun.
I can not sing the old songs now!
It is not that I deem them low;
'T is that I can't remember how
They go.
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.
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.
'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.
Forever; 't is a single word!
Our rude forefathers deemed it two:
Can you imagine so absurd
A view?
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.
I've read in many a novel, that unless they've souls that grovel-- Folks prefer in fact a hovel to your dreary marble halls.
To sit, happy married lovers; Phillis trifling with a plover's Egg, while Corydon uncovers with a grace the Sally Lunn, Or dissects the luck pheasant--that, I think, were passing pleasant As I sit along at present, dreaming darkly of a dun.
I know you've been married to the same woman for 69 years. That is marvelous. It must be very inexpensive.
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.
