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JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808.
HEN join in hand, brave Americans all;
By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
the sorrows of a poor old man,
Whose trembling limbs have borne him to your door,
Whose days are dwindled to the shortest span;
Oh! give relief, and Heaven will bless your store.
JAMES TOWNLEY. 1778.
HIKSPUR? Shikspur? Who wrote it?
No, I never read Shikspur.
Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to
High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.
From humble Port to imperial Tokay.
DAVID MALLETT. 1700-1765.
HILE tumbling down the turbid stream,
SIR SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES. 1763-1837.
THE glory dies not, and the grief is past.*
Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott.
GEORGE CANNING. 1770-1827.
TORY! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d―d first. Ibid.
• But of the deed the glory shall remain.-GRIMOALDE. (Circa 15201563. Musonius the Philosopher's Saying.
But of all plagues, good Heaven, thy wrath can send, Save, save, oh, save me from the candid friend!
New Morality. From the Poetry of the Anti-Facobin.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Loves of the Triangles. Line 178.
From the Poetry of the Anti-Facobin.
JOSEPH HOPKINSON. 1770-1842.
HAIL, Columbia! happy land!
Hail, ye heroes! heaven-born band!
Who fought and died in freedom's cause.
DAVID EVERETT. 1796-1813.
'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.
Lines written for a School Declamation.
These lines are ascribed to John Hookham Frere in Chambers's
Cyclopædia of English Literature, vol. ii. p. 325.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH. 1770-1850.
AND homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted
The Child is father of the Man.* My Heart Leaps Up.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Sweet childish days, that were as long
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
And he is oft the wisest man,
Who is not wise at all.
To a Butterfly.
Stanzas written in Thomson.
The Oak and the Broom.
*The childhood shows the man
As morning shows the day.-MILTON.
Paradise Regained. Book iv. Line 220.
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
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!
Minds that have nothing to confer
Find little to perceive.
Poems founded on the Affections. xvi.
The bane of all that dread the devil.
The Idiot Boy.
Something between a hinderance and a help. Michael.
But He is risen, a later star of dawn.
A Morning Exercise. Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
The music in my heart I bore,
The Solitary Reaper.