...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. " Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred ridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow, To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and...

...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges ; By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. through such a mist dost show men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and...

...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and...

...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges ; By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and...

...TENNYS< 3 . Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow, To join the brimming river ; O i g M X H u ! X B } 1 For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I chatter over stony...

...bridge, It has more ivy ; there the river ; and there Stands Philip's farm where brook and river meet. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles,...bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banl;s I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow....

...field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come, and men may go, But I go on forever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...he has made famous in song, and had been one of us, he would have made this very stream to say, ' ' I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles,...bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles," And so on to the end of that "word painting" of a crystal stream, except that he could not have said...

...hurry down, Or slip between the ridges, By twenty thorps, a little town, And half a hundred bridges. Till last by Philip's farm I flow To join the brimming...and trebles ; I bubble into eddying bays ; I babble ou the pebbles. With many a curve my bank I fret By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland...