DICKINSON-MOSS-TOWNLEY.

265

JOHN DICKINSON. 1732-1808.

HEN join in hand, brave Americans all;

THEN

By uniting we stand, by dividing we fall.
The Liberty Song. (1768.)

PITY

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.

The Beggar.

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JAMES TOWNLEY. 1778.

HIKSPUR? Shikspur? Who wrote it?

Kitty. SHIKSPU

No, I never read Shikspur.

Lady Bab. Then you have an immense pleasure to

come.

High Life below Stairs. Act ii. Sc. 1.

From humble Port to imperial Tokay.

Ibid.

266

MALLETT-BRYDGES-CANNING.

DAVID MALLETT. 1700-1765.

WHILE

HILE tumbling down the turbid stream,
Lord love us, how we apples swim.

Tyburn.

SIR SAMUEL EGERTON BRYDGES. 1763-1837.

THE glory dies not, and the grief is past.*

Sonnet on the Death of Sir Walter Scott.

STOR

GEORGE CANNING. 1770-1827.

TORY! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
The Friend of Humanity and the Needy Knife-Grinder.
From the Poetry of the Anti-Jacobin.

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.

HOPKINSON-EVERETT.

267

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 Derby dilly carrying three insides.*

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.

Hail Columbia.

DAVID EVERETT. 1796-1813.

'D scarce expect one of my age

YOU'D

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
Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41.

food.

The Child is father of the Man.* My Heart Leaps Up.

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

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

A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.

And he is oft the wisest man,

Who is not wise at all.

The Brothers.

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.

Lucy.

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!

Ibid.

Ibid.

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,
That has been, and may be again.

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

Ibid.

The Solitary Reaper.

Ibid.