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Epilogue to the Heir at Law. On their own merits modest men are dumb.
Speed the Plough. Act i. Sc. 1. What will Mrs. Grundy say?
A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1.
POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
The Needy Knife-Grinder.
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee dd first.
The Loves of the Triangles.
Lines written for a School Declamation.
Guilt and Sorrow.
My Heart Leaps Up.
We are Seven.
A simple Child,
The Pet Lamb.
To a Butterfly.
* The childhood shows the man
Paradise Regained. Book 4, 220.
Stanzas written in Thomson.
Beside the springs of Dove,
few to love:
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 ;
The difference to me!
Poems founded on the Affections.
xvi. Minds that have nothing to confer Find little to perceive.
The Idiot Boy.
Michael. Something between a hinderance and a help.
A Morning Excercise.
Bright gem instinct with music, vocal spark.
The Oak and the Broom.
The Solitary Reaper.
The music in my heart I bore,
Rob Roy's Grave. St. 9.
Because the good old rule
And they should keep who can.
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.