
“Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.”
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943).
Highland Mary, st. 2 (1792)
“Dear God,’ she prayed, ‘let me be something every minute of every hour of my life.”
A Tree Grows in Brooklyn (1943).
Canto 1: st. 1, lines 1–10
The Hasty-Pudding (1793)
Context: Despise it not, ye Bards to terror steel'd,
Who hurl'd your thunders round the epic field;
Nor ye who strain your midnight throats to sing
Joys that the vineyard and the still-house bring;
Or on some distant fair your notes employ,
And speak of raptures that you ne'er enjoy.
I sing the sweets I know, the charms I feel,
My morning incense, and my evening meal,
The sweets of Hasty-Pudding. Come, dear bowl,
Glide o'er my palate, and inspire my soul.
Song (How Sweet I Roamed), st. 4
1780s, Poetical Sketches (1783)
'Tis but a Little, Faded Flower, reported in Bartlett's Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. (1919).
If I Ever Needed Someone
Song lyrics, His Band and the Street Choir (1970)
(25th January 1823) Medallion Wafers: Cupid Riding on a Peacock
The London Literary Gazette, 1823
“I need
a lullaby
a kiss goodnight
angel sweet
love of my life
o, I need this”
Song lyrics, Ophelia (1998), My Skin