Familiar Quotations Part 79

So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

1770-1850.

_Quilt and Sorrow_.

St. 41.

And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

_My Heart Leaps up_.

The Child is father of the Man.

_Lucy Gray_.

St. 2.

The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door.

_We are Seven_.

A simple Child, That lightly draws its breath, And feels its life in every limb, What should it know of death?

_The Pet Lamb_.

Drink, pretty creature, drink.

_The Brothers_.

Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.

_Stanzas written in Thomson_.

A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.

_Lucy_.

She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love: A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye!

Fair as a star, when only one Is s.h.i.+ning in the sky.

She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh!

The difference to me!

_The Solitary Reaper_.

Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain, That has been, and may be again.

The music in my heart I bore, Long after it was heard no more.

_Rob Hoy's Grave_.

St. 9.

Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, And they should keep who can.

_Yarrow Unvisited_.

The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!

_Sonnets to National Independence and Liberty_.

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