Provoke The years to bring the inevitable yoke.

Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretch'd in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

Nature's old felicities.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Hunt half a day for a forgotten dream.

That best portion of a man's life, his little, nameless, unremembered acts of kindness and love.

Let beeves and home-bred kine partake The sweets of Burn-mill meadow; The swan on still St. Mary's Lake Float double, swan and shadow!