John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued) |
| 4960 |
| The sweetest thing that ever grew Beside a human door. |
| Lucy Gray. Stanza 2. |
| 4961 |
| A youth to whom was given So much of earth, so much of heaven. |
| Ruth. |
| 4962 |
| Until a man might travel twelve stout miles, Or reap an acre of his neighbor’s corn. |
| The Brothers. |
| 4963 |
| Something between a hindrance and a help. |
| Michael. |
| 4964 |
| Drink, pretty creature, drink! |
| The Pet Lamb. |
| 4965 |
| Lady of the Mere, Sole-sitting by the shores of old romance. |
| A narrow Girdle of rough Stones and Crags. |
| 4966 |
| And he is oft the wisest man Who is not wise at all. |
| The Oak and the Broom. |
| 4967 |
| “A jolly place,” said he, “in times of old! But something ails it now: the spot is cursed.” |
| Hart-leap Well. Part ii. |
| 4968 |
| Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream. |
| Hart-leap Well. Part ii. |
| 4969 |
| Never to blend our pleasure or our pride With sorrow of the meanest thing that feels. |
| Hart-leap Well. Part ii. |
| 4970 |
| Plain living and high thinking are no more. The homely beauty of the good old cause Is gone; our peace, our fearful innocence, And pure religion breathing household laws. |
| O, Friend! I know not which way I must look. |
| 4971 |
| Milton! thou should’st be living at this hour: England hath need of thee! . . . . . . Thy soul was like a star, and dwelt apart: So didst thou travel on life’s common way In cheerful godliness. |
| London, 1802. |
| 4972 |
| We must be free or die who speak the tongue That Shakespeare spake, the faith and morals hold Which Milton held. |
| It is not to be thought of. |
| 4973 |
| A noticeable man, with large gray eyes. |
| Stanzas written in Thomson’s Castle of Indolence. |