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. 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 thee 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; Don't view me with a critic's eye, But pass my imperfections by. Large streams from little fountains flow, JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842. Hail Columbia. Hail, Columbia! happy land! 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. Sweet childish days, that were as long *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 A maid whom there were none to praise, A violet by a mossy stone She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; The difference to me! Poems founded on the Affections. xvi. Minds that have nothing to confer 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, The music in my heart I bore, Rob Roy's Grave. St. 9. Because the good old rule Sufficeth them, the simple plan, That they should take who have the power, 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. |