And this was your Cradle? Why, surely, my Jenny,Such cozy dimensions go clearly to showYou were an exceedingly small pickaninny,Some nineteen or twenty short summers ago.
The old Cradle; reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
"Vanitas vanitatum" has rung in the earsOf gentle and simple for thousands of years;The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scareEither simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.Frederick Locker-lampson
What an arm—what a waistFor an arm!Frederick Locker-lampson
The world's as ugly, ay, as Sin,—And almost as delightful.Frederick Locker-lampson
Lightly I sped when hope was highAnd youth beguiled the chase,—I follow, follow still: But IShall never see her face.Frederick Locker-lampson