...hills I 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 forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and trebles...

...hills I 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 forever. " Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river ; For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. 130 I chatter, chatter, as I flow To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...Or slip between the ridges ; By twenty thorp.-*,1 a little town, And half a hundred bridges ; 3. 1 chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles,...bubble Into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. 4 And out again I curve and flow, To join the brimming river ; For men may come, and men may go, But...

...hills I 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 forever. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and...

...among the fern, To bicker do wn a valley. By thirty hills I hurry down, Or slip between the 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 forever. « Poor lad, he died at Florence, quite worn out,...

...hills I 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...may come, and men may go, But I go on for ever. I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the peobles. I chatter over stony ways, In little sharps and...

...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 for ever. I wind about, and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here...

...of coot and hern, I make a sudden sally, And sparkle out among the fern, To bicker down a valley. 2. I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles,...bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. 3. I murmur under moon and stars In brambly wildernesses ; I linger by my shingly bars, I loiter round...