How mirth can into folly glide,

And folly into sin!

Bridal of Triermain. Canto i. Stanza 21.

Still are the thoughts to memory dear.

Rokeby. Canto i. Stanza 32.

A mother's pride, a father's joy.

Rokeby. Canto iii. Stanza 15.

Oh, Brignall banks are wild and fair,

And Greta woods are green,

And you may gather garlands there