...but she who dwelt therein A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...door but she who dwelt within A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. Oh, sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks, When she upheld the cool refreshment...

...villains ripen gray with time ?" • and compare with the passage in Wordsworth's Excursion : "Oh sir ! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket." Still another we give place to, and that more for the quaint beauty of the conceit than for the mere...

...several touching illustrations, in reference specially to rulers, of Wordsworth's beautiful sentiment: The good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket. It then passes to an interesting delineation of the President's character, as exhibited in his Inaugural...

...closed the door, I could not help repeating aloud those beautiful lines of Wordsworth— " Oh, sir! Ihe good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust, Burn to the socket." Though Ellen was several years younger than myself, and I had been much absent from my native village,...

...more mercy at his relentless hand, than vice, deformity, or infamy. Ay, how often is it even that " The good die first. And they whose hearts are dry as Summer dust, Bum to the socket." How many of those whom we delight to love and remember, has he cut down within...

...were entirely reciprocated. " O how often are we led to exclaim with the poet, — " ' The good d1e first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket.' " Alas ! our brother, may the earth that nourished thee lie lightly on thy bosom, and on the glorious...

...Book 1, in which the Wanderer really does speak of human love, his own for his "daughter" Margaret: "the good die first, / And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust / Burn to the socket". 1 The "Preface," like the poem, has apparently been about two types of men: the failed imaginative...

...House. Rodmcll, Sussex, England. Virginia Woolf commiiied suicide by drowning on 28 March 1 94 1 . 134 and the weary weight Of all this unintelligible world Is lightened. WILLIAM WORDSWOR WILLIAM WORDSWORTH (1 770-1 850), English poet. The old man. in The Ruined Collage, in The Excursion,...

...these walls, when I appeared, A daughter's welcome gave me, and I loved her As my own child. O Sir! the good die first, And they whose hearts are dry as summer dust Burn to the socket. Many a passenger Hath blessed poor Margaret for her gentle looks 490 When she upheld the cool refreshment,...