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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.

— Frederick Locker-Lampson The Unrealized Ideal; reported in Hoyt's New Cyclopedia Of Practical Quotations (1922)

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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!

And this was your Cradle? Why, surely, my Jenny,
Such cozy dimensions go clearly to show
You were an exceedingly small pickaninny,
Some nineteen or twenty short summers ago.

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