YARROW UNVISITED, 1803

JYARROW VISITED, September 1814 .

/SIR HUGH; OR, The Jew's Daughter

A LYKE-WAKE DIRGE

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HE RED FISHERMAN; OR, THE DEVIL'S

DECOY

BOADICEA

Coleridge

. 314

ON THE DEPARTURE OF SIR WALTER SCOTT

FROM ABBOTSFORD for NAPLES [1831] Wordsworth

346

" AND IF THERE'S BLOOD UPON HIS HAND,
'TIS BUT THE BLOOD OF DEER

AND THE IDOLS ARE BROKE IN THE TEMPLE OF BAAL

TO SHUT HER UP IN A SEPULCHRE,

IN THIS KINGDOM BY THE SEA

WHY WEEP YE BY THE TIDE, LADIE?'

SYNE, IN THE CLEAVING OF A CRAIG

THE BEARD AND THE HAIR

OF THE RIVER-GOD WERE

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WHEN the voices of children are heard on the green

And laughing is heard on the hill,

My heart is at rest within my breast,

And everything else is still.

Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down,

And the dews of night arise;

Come, come, leave off play, and let us away

Till the morning appears in the skies.

No, no, let us play, for it is yet day,
And we cannot go to sleep;

Besides in the sky the little birds fly,

And the hills are all covered with sheep.

Well, well, go and play till the light fades away,

And then go home to bed.

The little ones leap'd and shouted and laugh'd;

And all the hills echoèd.

W. BLAKE.

B

A BOY'S SONG

WHERE the pools are bright and deep,
Where the grey trout lies asleep,
Up the river and o'er the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the blackbird sings the latest,

Where the hawthorn blooms the sweetest,

Where the nestlings chirp and flee,

That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the mowers mow the cleanest,
Where the hay lies thick and greenest ;
There to trace the homeward bee,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Where the hazel bank is steepest,
Where the shadow falls the deepest,
Where the clustering nuts fall free,
That's the way for Billy and me.

Why the boys should drive away
Little sweet maidens from the play,
Or love to banter and fight so well,
That's the thing I never could tell.

But this I know, I love to play,
Through the meadow, among the hay;
Up the water and o'er the lea,
That's the way for Billy and me.

HOGG.

I REMEMBER, I REMEMBER

I

I REMEMBER, I remember

The house where I was born,
The little window where the sun
Came peeping in at morn;
He never came a wink too soon,
Nor brought too long a day,
But now, I often wish the night
Had borne my breath away!

II

I remember, I remember
The roses, red and white,
The vi'lets, and the lily-cups,
Those flowers made of light!
The lilacs where the robin built,
And where my brother set
The laburnum on his birthday,-
The tree is living yet!

III

I remember, I remember

Where I was used to swing,

And thought the air must rush as fresh

To swallows on the wing;

My spirit flew in feathers then,

That is so heavy now,

And summer pools could hardly cool

The fever on my brow!