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 Copy Share Image
Vanitas vanitatum has rung in the ears Of gentle and simple for thousands of years; The wail still is heard, yet its notes never… — Frederick Locker-Lampson Copy Share Image
I believe that nothing completely satisfies an imaginative writer but copious and continuous draughts of unmitigated praise, always provided it is accompanied by a… — Frederick Locker-Lampson Copy Share Image
It is a good thing to read books, and need not be a bad thing to write them, but in any case, it is… — Frederick Locker-Lampson Copy Share Image
I recollect a nurse called Ann, Who carried me about the grass, And one fine day a fine young man Came up and kissed… — Frederick Locker-Lampson Copy Share Image
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 Copy Share Image
