_The Poor Gentleman_.
Act i. Sc. 2.
Thank you, good sir, I owe you one.
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_Prologue to the Heir ft Law_.
On their own merits modest men are dumb.
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THOMAS MORTON.
1764-1836.
_Speed the Plough_. Act i. Sc. 1.
What will Mrs. Grundy say?
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GEORGE CANNING.
1770-1827.
POETRY OF THE ANTI-JACOBIN.
_The Needy Knife-Grinder_.
Story! God bless you, I have none to tell, sir!
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I give thee sixpence! I will see thee d--d first.
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_The Loves of the Triangles_.
Line 178.
So down thy hill, romantic Ashbourne, glides
The Derby dilly, carrying three insides.
WILLIAM WORDSWORTH.
1770-1850.
_Quilt and Sorrow_.
St. 41.
And homeless near a thousand homes I stood,
And near a thousand tables pined and wanted food.
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_My Heart Leaps up_.
The Child is father of the Man.
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_Lucy Gray_.
St. 2.
The sweetest thing that ever grew
Beside a human door.
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_We are Seven_.
A simple Child,
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death?
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_The Pet Lamb_.
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