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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."

— Frederick Locker-Lampson

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Lightly I sped when hope was high
And youth beguiled the chase,—
I follow, follow still: But I
Shall never see her face.

The Unrealized Ideal; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)

The world's as ugly, ay, as Sin,—
And almost as delightful.

"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.

A tight little bundle of wailing and flannel,
Perplex'd with the newly found fardel of life.

What an arm—what a waist
For an arm!

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