30 Quotes by Samuel Lover

There was a place in childhood that I remember well, And there a voice of sweetest tone bright fairy tales did tell.

Sure the shovel and tongs To each other belongs.

For a ballad's a thing you expect to find lies in.

A baby was sleeping, Its mother was weeping.

How many chapters have been written about love verses – and how many more might be written! – might, would, could, should, or ought to be written! – I will venture to say, will be written!

There’s luck in odd numbers.

When once the itch of literature comes over a man, nothing can cure it but the scratching of a pen.

For a ballad’s a thing you expect to find lies in.

I’ll seek a four leaved shamrock in all thy fairy dells, And if I find the charmed leaves, oh, how I’ll weave my spells!