"Vanitas vanitatum" has rung in the ears Of gentle and simple for thousands of years; The wail still is heard, yet its notes never scare Either simple or gentle from Vanity Fair.
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.Frederick Locker-lampson
"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