John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.
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| William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued) |
| 5101 |
| Alas! how little can a moment show Of an eye where feeling plays In ten thousand dewy rays: A face o’er which a thousand shadows go! |
| The Triad. |
| 5102 |
| Stern Winter loves a dirge-like sound. |
| On the Power of Sound. xii. |
| 5103 |
| The bosom-weight, your stubborn gift, That no philosophy can lift. |
| Presentiments. |
| 5104 |
| Nature’s old felicities. |
| The Trosachs. |
| 5105 |
| Myriads of daisies have shone forth in flower Near the lark’s nest, and in their natural hour Have passed away; less happy than the one That by the unwilling ploughshare died to prove The tender charm of poetry and love. |
| Poems composed during a Tour in the Summer of 1833.xxxvii. |
| 5106 |
| Small service is true service while it lasts. Of humblest friends, bright creature! scorn not one: The daisy, by the shadow that it casts, Protects the lingering dewdrop from the sun. |
| To a Child. Written in her Album. |
| 5107 |
| Since every mortal power of Coleridge Was frozen at its marvellous source, The rapt one, of the godlike forehead, The heaven-eyed creature sleeps in earth: And Lamb, the frolic and the gentle, Has vanished from his lonely hearth. |
| Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. |
| 5108 |
| How fast has brother followed brother, From sunshine to the sunless land! |
| Extempore Effusion upon the Death of James Hogg. |
| 5109 |
| Those old credulities, to Nature dear, Shall they no longer bloom upon the stock Of history? |
| Memorials of a Tour in Italy. iv. |