Prologue to the Heir at Law. On their own merits modest men are dumb.

THOMAS MORTON.

1764-1836.

Speed the Plough. Act i. Sc. 1. What will Mrs. Grundy say ?

A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1.
Push on – keep moving.

GEORGE CANNING.

1770-1827.

POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.

The Needy Knife-Grinder.
Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir !

I give the sixpence! I will see thee d

d first.

The Loves of the Triangles.

Line 178.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Derby dilly carrying three insides.

EVERETT.

HOPKINSON.

WORDSWORTH. 227

DAVID EVERETT.

1769–1813.

Lines written for a School Declamation.
You'd scarce expect one of my age
To speak in public on the stage ;
And if I chance to fall below
Demosthenes or Cicero,
Don't view me with a critic's eye,
But pass my imperfections by.
Large streams from little fountains flow,
Tall oaks from little acorns grow.

JOSEPH HOPKINSON.

1770-1842.

Hail Columbia.
Hail, Columbia ! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes ! heaven-born band!

WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.

1770–1850.

Guilt and Sorrow.

St. 41.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.

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

To a Butterfly.
Sweet childish days, that were as long
As twenty days are now.

* The childhood shows the man
As morning shows the day.

Paradise Regained. Book 4, 220.

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 shining 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!

Poems founded on the Affections.

xvi.

Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.

The Idiot Boy.
The bane of all that dread the devil.

Michael. Something between a hinderance and a help.

A Morning Exercise.
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.

Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.

The Oak and the Broom.

vii.
And he is oft the wisest man,
Who is not wise at all.

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 Roy'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.

Part i. vi. Men are we, and must grieve when even the Shade Of that which once was great is passed away.