Tag: 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.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed

Some lie beneath the churchyard stone,

And some before the speaker.

School and Schoolfellows.

I remember, I remember

How my childhood fleeted by,—

The mirth of its December

And the warmth of its July.

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.

Winthrop Mackworth Praed