A Selection from the Works of Frederick Locker

When Beauty smiles, when Sorrow weeps, When sunbeams play, when shadows darken, One inmate of our dwelling keeps A ghastly carnival--but hearken! How dry the rattle of those bon...

Perchance the old man harboured fears That happiness is wed with tears On this poor earth; Or else, may be, his fancies were That youth and beauty are a snare If linked with mirth.

This sounds rather weary and dreary; but, no! Though strictly inglorious, his days were quiescent, His red-tape was tied in a true-lover's bow Each night when returning to Rosem...

The Squire affirms, with gravest look, His oak goes up to Domesday Book!-- And some say even higher! We rode last week to see the ruin, We love the fair domain it grew in, And w...

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When strangers first approved my books My kindred marvelled what the praise meant, They now wear more respectful looks, But can't get over their amazement. Indeed, they've power...