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Quotes by Frederick Locker
on Washington. First in war, first in peace, first in the hearts of his fellow citizens. Resolution on Washington's Death. Prepared by GENERAL HENRY LEE and offered in the House of Representatives by JOHN MARSHALL. They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod, They go to church on Sunday; And many are afraid of God, - And more of Mrs. Grundy.— filed under Character
The time for Pen and Sword was when "My ladye fayre," for pity, Could tend her wounded knight, and then Grow tender at his ditty. Some ladies now make pretty songs, And some make pretty nurses: Some men are good for righting wrongs, And some for writing verses.— filed under Comparisons
Cinderella's lefts and rights To Geraldine's were frights, And I trow The damsel, deftly shod, Has dutifully trod Until now.— filed under Occupations-Shoemaking
Oh, where did hunter win So delicate a skin For her feet? You lucky little kid, You perished, so you did, For my sweet.— filed under Occupations-Shoemaking
Boots. The fairy stitching gleams On the sides and in the seams, And it shows That Pixies were the wags Who tipped these funny tags And these toes.— filed under Occupations-Shoemaking
Fiction and Matter of Fact. The Earth goes on the Earth glittering with gold; The Earth goes on the Earth sooner than it wold; The Earth builds on the Earth castles and towers; The Earth says to the Earth, all this is ours. Inscription on the Ruined Gate at Melrose Abbey. It is an ugly world. Offend Good people, how they wrangle, The manners that they never mend, The characters they mangle. They eat, and drink, and scheme, and plod, And go to church on Sunday- And many are afraid of God- And more of Mrs. Grundy.— filed under Work
A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel, Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life.— filed under Babyhood
The hair she means to have is gold, Her eyes are blue, she's twelve weeks old, Plump are her fists and pinky. She fluttered down in lucky hour From some blue deep in yon sky bower- I call her "Little Dinky."— filed under Babyhood
I recollect a nurse called Ann, Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up and kissed the pretty lass. She did not make the least objection. Thinks I, "Aha, When I can talk I'll tell Mama," And that's my earliest recollection.— filed under Memory