John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued) |
| 4931 |
| One of those heavenly days that cannot die. |
| Nutting. |
| 4932 |
| She dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove,— A maid whom there were none to praise And very few to love. |
| She dwelt among the untrodden ways. |
| 4933 |
| A violet by a mossy stone Half hidden from the eye; Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky. |
| She dwelt among the untrodden ways. |
| 4934 |
| She lived unknown, and few could know When Lucy ceased to be; But she is in her grave, and oh The difference to me! |
| She dwelt among the untrodden ways. |
| 4935 |
| The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear In many a secret place Where rivulets dance their wayward round, And beauty born of murmuring sound Shall pass into her face. |
| Three years she grew in Sun and Shower. |
| 4936 |
| May no rude hand deface it, And its forlorn hic jacet! |
| Ellen Irwin. |
| 4937 |
| She gave me eyes, she gave me ears; And humble cares, and delicate fears; A heart, the fountain of sweet tears; And love and thought and joy. |
| The Sparrow’s Nest. |
| 4938 |
| The child is father of the man. 1 |
| My heart leaps up when I behold. |
| 4939 |
| The cattle are grazing, Their heads never raising; There are forty feeding like one! |
| The Cock is crowing. |
| Note 1. See Milton, Quotation 207. [back] |