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Prologue to the Heir at Law. On their own merits modest men are dumb.
A Cure for the Heartache. Act ii. Sc. 1.
I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d d first.
The Loves of the Triangles.
EVERETT. — HOPKINSON. — WORDSWORTH. 227
My Heart Leaps Up.
We are Seven.
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,
And very 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.
The Idiot Boy.
A Morning Exercise.
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.
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.