Winthrop Mackworth Praed
Winthrop Mackworth Praed (28 July 1802 – 15 July 1839) was an English politician and poet.
He was born in London. The family name of Praed was derived from the marriage of the poet's great-grandfather to a Cornish heiress. Winthrop's father, William Mackworth Praed, was a serjeant-at-law. His mother belonged to the English branch of the New England family of Winthrop. In 1814 Praed was ... more »
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Winthrop Mackworth Praed Poems
HE has conn'd the lesson now; He has read the book of pain: There are furrows on his brow; I must make it smooth again.
NOW the rite is duly done, Now the word is spoken, And the spell has made us one Which may ne’er be broken;
A Letter Of Advice
You tell me you're promised a lover, My own Araminta, next week; Why cannot my fancy discover
The Talented Man
Dear Alice! you'll laugh when you know it, -- Last week, at the Duchess's ball, I danced with the clever new poet, --
SOME years ago, ere time and taste Had turn’d our parish topsy-turvy, When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste, And roads as little known as scurvy,
Everyday Characters V - Portrait Of A La...
What are you, Lady ? — nought is here To tell us of your name or story,
Good Night To The Season
Good-night to the Season!—the rages Led off by the chiefs of the throng, The Lady Matilda's new pages, The Lady Eliza's new song;
Everyday Characters I - The Vicar
Some years ago, ere time and taste Had turned our parish topsy-turvy, When Darnel Park was Darnel Waste, And roads as little known as scurvy,
A Song Of Impossibilities
LADY, I loved you all last year, How honestly and well -- Alas! would weary you to hear, And torture me to tell;
Everyday Characters Iii - The Belle Of T...
Years, years ago, ere yet my dreams Had been of being wise and witty; Ere I had done wth writing themes,
Everyday Characters Iv - My Partner
At Cheltenham, where one drinks one's fill Of folly and cold water, I danced last year my first quadrille
Everyday Characters Ii - Quince
Near a small village in the West, Where many very worthy people Eat, drink, play whist, and do their best
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HE has conn'd the lesson now;
He has read the book of pain:
There are furrows on his brow;
I must make it smooth again.
Lo! I knock the spurs away;
Lo! I loosen belt and brand;
Hark! I hear the courser neigh
For his stall in Fairy-land.
Bring the cap, and bring the vest;
Buckle on his sandal shoon;
Fetch his memory from the chest
In the treasury of the moon.
I have taught him to be wise
For a little ...