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