JOSEPH HOPKINSON, 1770-1842. Hail, Columbia! happy land! Hail, Columbia! WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.1 1770-1850. Oh, be wiser thou! Instructed that true knowledge leads to love. Lines left upon a Seat in a Yew-tree. And homeless near a thousand homes I stood, Guilt and Sorrow. Stanza 41, Action is transitory, a step, a blow ; The motion of a muscle, this way or that. The Borderers. Act iii. Three sleepless nights I passed in sounding on, 2 Act iv. Sc. 2. 1 Coleridge said to Wordsworth ("Memoirs" by his nephew, vol. ii. p. 74), "Since Milton, I know of no poet with so many felicities and unforgettable lines and stanzas as you." 2 The intellectual power, through words and things, The Excursion, book iii. A simple child That lightly draws its breath, O Reader! had you in your mind Such stores as silent thought can bring, I've heard of hearts unkind, kind deeds Alas! the gratitude of men Hath oftener left me mourning. In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts We are Seven Simon Leo Ibid. Lines written in Early Spring. And 't is my faith, that every flower Nor less I deem that there are Powers Ibid. Expostulation and Reply. Up! up! my friend, and quit your books, Up! up! my friend, and clear your looks! Come forth into the light of things, Let Nature be your teacher. One impulse from a vernal wood May teach you more of man, The Tables Turned. Ibid Of moral evil and of good, Than all the sages can. The bane of all that dread the Devil. Ibid. The Idiot Boy Sensations sweet, Felt in the blood, and felt along the heart. Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey. That best portion of a good man's life, — That blessed mood, In which the burden of the mystery, In which the heavy and the weary weight Is lightened. Ibid. ·Ibid. The fretful stir Ibid. Unprofitable, and the fever of the world The sounding cataract Haunted me like a passion; the tall rock, Unborrowed from the eye. But hearing oftentimes The still, sad music of humanity. A sense sublime Of something far more deeply interfused, All thinking things, all objects of all thought, Knowing that Nature never did betray Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Ibid. Nor greetings where no kindness is, nor all Lines composed a few miles above Tintern Abbey Men who can hear the Decalogue, and feel The Old Cumberland Beggar. The original edition (London, 1819, 8vo) had the following as the fourth stanza from the end of Part i., which was omitted in all subsequent editions: Is it a party in a parlour? Crammed just as they on earth were crammed, — Some sipping punch, some sipping tea, But, as you by their faces see, Ail silent and all damned. One of those heavenly days that cannot die. She dwelt among the untrodden ways A maid whom there were none to praise A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. Nutting. She dwelt among the untrodden ways. She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me! The stars of midnight shall be dear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, Shall pass into her face. Ibid. Ibid. Three years she grew in Sun and Shower. May no rude hand deface it, She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; The child is father of the man.1 The cattle are grazing, Ellen Irwin, The Sparrow's Nest. My heart leaps up when I behold. There are forty feeding like one! 1 See Milton, page 241. The Cock is crowing, |