Drink, pretty creature, drink.
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_The Brothers_.
Until a man might travel twelve stout miles,
Or reap an acre of his neighbor's corn.
_Stanzas written in Thomson_.
A noticeable man, with large gray eyes.
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_Lucy_.
She dwelt among the untrodden ways
Beside the springs of Dove,
A maid whom there were none to praise,
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;
But she is in her grave, and oh!
The difference to me!
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_The Solitary Reaper_.
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again.
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The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more.
_Rob Hoy's Grave_.
St. 9.
Because the good old rule
Sufficeth them, the simple plan,
That they should take who have the power,
And they should keep who can.
_Yarrow Unvisited_.
The swan on still St. Mary's Lake
Float double, swan and shadow!
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_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.
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