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John Bartlett (1820–1905). Familiar Quotations, 10th ed. 1919.

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William Wordsworth. (1770–1850) (continued)
    The Eagle, he was lord above,
  And Rob was lord below.
          Rob Roy’s Grave.
    A brotherhood of venerable trees.
          Sonnet composed at ———— Castle.
    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!
          Yarrow Unvisited.
    Every gift of noble origin
Is breathed upon by Hope’s perpetual breath.
          These Times strike Monied Worldlings.
    A remnant of uneasy light.
          The Matron of Jedborough.
    Oh for a single hour of that Dundee
Who on that day the word of onset gave! 1
          Sonnet, in the Pass of Killicranky.
    O Cuckoo! shall I call thee bird,
Or but a wandering voice?
          To the Cuckoo.
    She was a phantom of delight
When first she gleamed upon my sight,
A lovely apparition, sent
To be a moment’s ornament;
Her eyes as stars of twilight fair,
Like twilights too her dusky hair,
But all things else about her drawn
From May-time and the cheerful dawn.
          She was a Phantom of Delight.
    A creature not too bright or good
For human nature’s daily food;
For transient sorrows, simple wiles,
Praise, blame, love, kisses, tears, and smiles.
          She was a Phantom of Delight.
Note 1.
It was on this occasion [the failure in energy of Lord Mar at the battle of Sheriffmuir] that Gordon of Glenbucket made the celebrated exclamation, “Oh for an hour of Dundee!”—Mahon: History of England, vol. i. p. 184.

Oh for one hour of blind old Dandolo,
The octogenarian chief, Byzantium’s conquering foe!
Lord Byron: Childe Harold, canto iv. stanza 12. [back]