Poems with rhymes of quaint

With steam-boats, frigates, and machinery quaint
Traced over them in blue and yellow paint.

Maiden pinks, of odour faint,
Daisies smell-less, yet most quaint,

Echoes of Heaven, far-off and faint
For weary heart and tired mind,
Sweet long-lost memories, old and quaint-

The attitude's considered quaint."
The weary Bishop, feeling faint,

Eulogistic of some quaint,
Doubtful, puritanic saint;

Who saw so keenly and so well could paint
The village-folk, with all their humors quaint,

Call my thoughts false and my fancies quaint
And my style infirm and its figures faint,

And saw the smoke-hued hamlets, quaint
With Westland king and Westland saint,

No baseless vision of some sanguine saint,
No legend, only half rememberéd,
Of prowess obsolete and virtues quaint;

For there I am never a saint;
There are lovable characters out in the West,
With humour heroic and quaint;

For this, with carving rare and quaint,
She decked the chapel of the saint,

The monde, exactly as they ought to paint:
Some say, that authors only snatch, by bribing
The porter, some slight scandals strange and quaint,

Y is for Young, the great Mormon saint,
Who thinks little Yum Yum and Yvette so quaint,

Nor gloss over them to conceal that troubled taint...
Eyes which contrasted 'gainst a huge red smiling mouth ~
Sad eyes... happy jocose smile... how quaint!

When there were no cameras we had to sculpt and paint.
Images were preserved and that was simply quaint.