|John Bartlett (18201905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.|
|William Wordsworth. (17701850) (continued)|
| How does the meadow-flower its bloom unfold?|
Because the lovely little flower is free
Down to its root, and in that freedom bold.
| A Poet! He hath put his Heart to School.|
| Minds that have nothing to confer|
Find little to perceive.
| Yes, Thou art Fair.|
|Sir Walter Scott. (17711832)|
| Such is the custom of Branksome Hall.|
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto i. Stanza 7.|
| If thou wouldst view fair Melrose aright,|
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 1.|
| O fading honours of the dead!|
O high ambition, lowly laid!
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 10.|
| I was not always a man of woe.|
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 12.|
| I cannot tell how the truth may be;|
I say the tale as t was said to me.
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto ii. Stanza 22.|
| In peace, Love tunes the shepherds reed;|
In war, he mounts the warriors steed;
In halls, in gay attire is seen;
In hamlets, dances on the green.
Love rules the court, the camp, the grove,
And men below and saints above;
For love is heaven, and heaven is love.
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 1.|
| Her blue eyes sought the west afar,|
For lovers love the western star.
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iii. Stanza 24.|
| Along thy wild and willowd shore.|
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 1.|
Was flattery lost on poets ear;
A simple race! they waste their toil
For the vain tribute of a smile.
| Lay of the Last Minstrel. Canto iv. Stanza 35.|