Purchase of this book includes free trial access to www.million-books.com where you can read more than a million books for free. This is an OCR edition with typos. Excerpt from book: POEMS OF WORDSWORTH THE REVERIE OF POOR SUSAN At the corner of Wood Street, when daylight appears, Hangs a Thrush that sings loud, it has sung for three years: Poor Susan has pass'd by the spot, and has heard In the silence of morning the song of the bird. 'Tis a note of enchantment; what ails her? She sees 5 A mountain ascending, a vision of trees; Bright volumes of vapor through Lothbury glide, And a river flows on through the vale of Cheapside. Green pastures she views in the midst of the dale Down which she so often has tripp'd with her pail; 10 And a single small cottage, a nest like a dove's, The one only dwelling on earth that she loves. She looks, and her heart is in heaven: but they fade, The mist and the river, the hill and the shade; The stream will not flow, and the hill will not rise, 15 And the colors have all pass'd away from her eyes SIMON LEE THE OLD HUNTSMAN In the sweet shire of Cardigan, Not far from pleasant Ivor Hall, An old man dwells, a little man,? 'T is said he once was tall. 3 Full five-and-thlrty years he lived 5 A running huntsman merry; And still the center of his cheek Is red as a ripe cherry. No man like him the horn could sound, And hill and valley rang with glee, 10 When Echo bandied, round and round, The halloo of Simon Lee. In those proud days he little cared For husbandry or tillage; To blither tasks did Simon rouse 15 The sleepers of the village. He all the country could outrun, Could leave both man and horse behind; And often, ere the chase was done, He reel'd and was stone-blind. 20 And still there 's something in the world At which his heart rejoices; For when the chiming hounds are out, He dearly loves their voices. But oh the heavy...