Sidor som bilder

We rose up from the fountain-siste, ...... And down the smooth descent

: Of the green sheep-track did we glide, And through the wood we went. th......

And, ere we came to Leonard's Rock, in He sang those witty rhymes ? ;. iure Abont the crazy old Church-clock, '. .' And the bewilderd Chimes.

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El dir seem'd a day, One of those heavenly days which cannot die, When forth I sallied from our cottage door, * And with a wallet o'er my shoulder slung, A nutting crook in hand, I turu’d my steps Towards the distant woods, a Figure quaint, Trick'd out in proud disguise of Beggar's weeds Put on for the occasion, by advice And exhortation of my frugal Dame.. Motley accoutrements! of power to smile At thorns, and brakes, and brambles, and in • truth, More ragged than need was. Among the

woods, .. And o'er the pathless rocks, I forc'd my way Until, at length, I came to one dear nook Unvisited, where not a broken bough

* The house at which I was boarded during the time I was at School.

Droop'd with its wither'd leaves, ungracious

Of devastation, but the hazels rose
Tall and erect, with milk-white clusters hung,
A virgin scene!-A little while I stood,
Breathing with such suppression of the heart
As joy delights in; and with wise restraint
Voluptuous, fearless of a rival, eyed
The banquet, or beneath the trees I sate
Among the flowers, and with the flowers I

, is.
A temper known to those, who, after long
And weary expectation, have been bless'd
With sudden happiness beyond all hope.

Perhaps it was a bower beneath whose leaves
The violets of five seasons re-appear
And fade, unseen by any human eye,
Where fairy water-breaks do murmur on
For ever, and I saw the sparkling foam,
And with my cheek on one of those green stones
That fleec'd with moss, beneath the shady

trees, • Lay round me scatter'd like a flock of sheep,

I heard the murmurand the murmuring sound,
In that sweet mood when pleasure loves to pay
Tribute to ease, and of its joy secure,
The heart luxuriates with indifferent things,
Wasting its kindliness on stocks and stones,
And on the vacant air. Then up I rose,

And dragg'd to earth both branch and bough,

with crash And merciless ravage; and the shady nook. of hazels, and the green and mossy bower Deform’d and sullied, patiently gave up Their quiet being; and unless I now Confound my present feelings with the past, Even then, when from the bower I turn’daway, Exulting, rich beyond the wealth of kings, I felt a sense of pain when I beheld v. 1971 The silent trees and the intruding sky.- ?


Then dearest Maiden! move along these

h shades
In gentleness of heart with gentle hand

Touch, for there is a Spirit in the woods. Se biw melhor


Yet AES 23910 1911
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191192s10 broingo
Il 19 oloudy 194 ry

THREE years she grew in sun and shower, I
Then Nature said, “ A lovelier Flowerzane
On earth was never sown;
This Child I to myself will take.
She shall be mine, and I will make a
A Lady of my own.

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6 She shall be sportive as the fawn ST
That wild with glee across the lawn
Or up the mountain springs,
And hers shall be the breathing balm,
And hers the silence and the calm
Of mute insensate things.

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