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Triumphantly, triumphantly, | Or, while the wings aspire, are heart Sing to the woods, I go!
and eye For me, perchance, in other lands Both with ihy nest upon the dewy The glorious rose may blow.
Thy nest, which thou canst drop into No more, no more, sing mournfully!
at will, Swell high, then break, my heart! | Those quivering wings composed, The rose, the royal rose, is gone,
that music still ! And I, too, will depart.
HEMANS. To the last point of vision, and be
yond, THE BIRD.
Mount, daring warbler! That love
prompted strain, “ BIRDIE, Birdie, will you, pet ?
'Twixt thee and thine a never-failing Summer is far and far away yet.
bond, You'll have silken quilts and a vel
Thrills not the less the bosom of the vet bed,
plain; Anda pillow of satin for your head." Yet might'st thou seem, proud privi
lege! to sing “I'd rather sleep in the ivy wall:
All independent of the leafy spring. No rain comes through, though I hear it fall;
Leave to the nightingale her shady The suu peeps gay at dawn of day,
wood; And I sing, and wing away, away!"
A privacy of glorious light is thine,
Whence thou dost pour upon the " () Birdie, Birdie, will you, pet ?
world a flood Diamond stones and amber and jet Of harmony, with instinct more diWe'llstringonanecklace fair and fine,
vine; To please this pretty bird of mine."
Type of the wise, who soar, but never
roam, "Oh! thanks for diamonds, and
True to the kindred points of heaven thanks for jet;
and home. But here is something daintier yet,
WordsWORTH. A feather necklace, rowd and round, That I would not sell for a thousand pound!”
TO A SKY-LARK. “ () Birdie, Birdie, won't you, pet ?
LIKE a poet hidden We'll buy you a dish of silver fret,
In the light of thought, A golden cup and an ivory seat,
Singing hymns inbidden, And carpets soft beneath your feet.”
Till the world is wrought
To sympathy with hopes and fears it “ Can running water be drunk from
heeded not. gold?
SIELLEY. Can a silver dish the forest hold? A rocking twig is the finest chair, And the softest paths lie through the
BREEDING LARK. air: Good-by, good-by, to my lady fair."
I MUST go furnish up
Anest I have begum,
And will return and bring ye meat,
As soon as it is done.
Then up she clambe the clouds
That it rejoiced her younglings' heart, Dost thou despise the earth where As in their nest they lay. cares abound?
FLIGHT OF THE WILD GEESE. 1 “Let's brush loose for any creek,
There lurk fish and fly, RAMBLING along the marshes,
Condiments to fat the weak,
Inundate the pie.
Mute the listening nations stand
On that dark receding land; And if I burnt the strongest light; Ilow faint their villages and towns, Suddenly,
Scattered on the misty dowus! High in the air,
A meeting-house I heard the travelled geese
Appears no bigger than a mouse. Their overture prepare.
How long? Stirred above the patent ball,
Never is a question asked, The wild geese flew,
While a throat can lift the song, Nor near so wild as that doth me be Or a flapping wing be tasked.
fall, Or, swollen Wisdom, you.
All the grandmothers about
Hear the orators of Ileaven, In the front there fetched a leader, Then put on their woollens stout, Him behind the line spread out, And cower o'er the hearth at even; And waved about,
And the children stare at the sky, As it was near night,
And laugh to see the long black line When these air-pilots stop their
so high! flight.
Then once more I heard them say, Cruising off the shoal dominion "? Tis a smooth, delightful road Where we sit,
Difficult to lose the way,
'Twas our forte to pass for this Namins not a pond or river,
Proper sack of sense to borrow Pulled with twilight down in fact, Wings and legs, and bills that clatIn the reeds to quack and quiver,
ter, There they go,
And the horizon of To-morrow. Spectators at the play below,
CHANNING. Southward in a row.
TO A WATERFOWL.
Cannot laud and map the stars
1FITIIER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last
steps of day?
“Up, my feathered fowl, all,” –
Vainly the fowler's eye Saith the goose commander,
Might mark thy distant flight to do *** Brighten your bills, and flirt your
thee wrong, pinions,
As, darkly painted on the crimson My toes are nipped, - let us render
sky, Ourselves in soft Guatemala,
Thy figure floats along.
Seek'st thou the plashy brink And the tipple is not leechy.
| Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise | That rolled the wild, profound, eterand sink
nal bass On the chafed ocean-side ?
In nature's anthem, and made mu
sic such There is a Power whose care As pleased the ear of God! original, Teaches thy way along that pathless Unmarred, unfaded work of Deity! coast,
And unburlesqued by mortal's puny The desert and illimitable air,
skill; Lone wandering, but not lost. From age to age enduring, and un
changed, All day thy wings have fanned Majestical, inimitable, vast, At that far height the cold, thin Loud uttering satire, day and night, atmosphere,
on each Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome Succeeding race, and little pompous land,
work Though the dark night is near. Of man; unfallen, religious, holy sea!
Thou bowedst thy glorious head to And soon that toil shall end,
none, fearedst none, Soon shalt thou find a summer home, Heardst none, to none didst honor, and rest,
but to God And scream among thy fellows: | Thy Maker, only worthy to receive reeds shall bend,
Thy great obeisance.
Thou’rt gone, the abyss of heaven Hath swallowed up thy form; yet
OCEAN. on my heart Deeply bath sunk the lesson thou | SEE living vales by living waters last given,
blessed, And shall not soon depart.
Their wealth see earth's dark caverns
yield, He who, from zone to zone, See Ocean roll in glory dressed, Guides through the boundless sky | For all a treasure, and round all a thy certain flight,
shield. In the long way that I must tread
CHARLES SPRAGUE. alone Will lead my steps aright. BRYANT.
OCR boat to the waves go free,
By the bending tide, where the He clasps the crag with hooked
curled wave breaks,
Like the track of the wind on the hands:
white snowflakes: Close to the sun in lonely lands, Ringed with the azure world, he
Away, away! 'Tis a path o'er the sea. stands,
Blasts may rave, — spread the sail, The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls:
For our spirits can wrest the power
from the wind, He watches from his mountain walls,
And the gray clouds yield to the And like a thunderbolt he falls.
sunny mind, TENNYSON.
Fear not we the whirl of the gale. OCEAN.
Waves on the beach, and the wild GREAT Ocean! strongest of crea
sea-foam, tion's sons,
With a leap, and a dash, and a sudUnconquerable, unreposed, untired,
Where the seaweed makes its bend- | Not thou, vain lord of wantonness ing home,
and ease! And the sea-birds swim on the crests Whom slumber soothes not, pleasure so clear,
cannot please, Wave after wave, they are curling Oh! who can tell, save he whose o'er,
heart hath tried, While the white sand dazzles along And danced in triumph o'er the wathe shore.
ters wide, CHANNING. The exulting sense, the pulse's mad
dening play, That thrills the wanderer of that
trachless way? SEA SONG.
Byron: Corsair. A WET SHEET AND A FLOWING SEA.
THE CORAL GROVE.
A wind that follows fast,
DEEP in the wave is a coral grove,
Where the purple mullet and goldAnd bends the gallant mast.
fish rove; And bends the gallant mast, my boys,
Where the sea-flower spreads its While, like the eagle free,
leaves of blue, Away the good ship flies, and leaves
That never are wet with falling dew, Old England on the lee.
But in bright and changeful beauty
shine There's tempest in yon hornèd moon,
Far down in the green and glassy And lightning in yon cloud;
brine, And hark, the music, mariners!
The floor is of sand, like the mounThe wind is wakening loud.
tain drift, The wind is wakening loud, my boys,
And the pearl-shells spangle the The lightning flashes free;
flinty snow: The hollow oak our palace is,
From coral rocks the sea-plants lift Our heritage the sea.
Their boughs, where the tides and ALLAN CUNNINGHAM.
billows flow; The water is calm and still below,
For the winds and the waves are SEA.
And the sands are bright as the stars O'ER the glad waters of the dark
that glow blue sea,
In the motionless fields of upper air: Our thoughts as boundless, and our There with its waving blade of souls as free,
green, Far as the breeze can bear, the bil The sea-flag streams through the lows foam,
silent water, Survey our empire, and behold our And the crimson leaf of the dulse is home!
seen These are our realms, no limits to To blush like a banner bathed in their sway;
slaughter: Our flag the sceptre all who meet There with a light and easy motion obey.
The fan coral sweeps through the Ours the wild life in tumult still to
clear deep sea; range
And the yellow and scarlet tufts of From toil to rest, and joy in every
Are bending like corn on the upland Oh! who can tell? not thou, luxuri
lea; ous slave!
And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Whose soul would sicken o'er the Is sporting amid those bowers of heaving wave;
And is safe, when the wrathful spirit | The braces are taut, the lithe boom of storms
quivers, Hlas made the top of the waves his And the waves with the coming own:
squall-cloud blacken. And when the ship from his fury flies,
Open one point on the weather-bow, When the myriad voices of ocean Is the light-house tall on Fire Island roar,
Ilead? When the wind-god frowns in the There's a shade of doubt on the capmurky skies,
tain's brow, And demons are waiting the wreck And the pilot watches the heaving on the shore,
lead. Then, far below, in the peaceful sea, The purple mullet and gold-fish I stand at the wheel, and with eager rove,
eye, Where the waters murmur tran To sea and to sky and to shore I gaze, quilly
Till the muttered order of “ Full und Through the bending twigs of the coral grove.
Is suddenly changed for “ Full for PERCIVAL.
The ship bends lower before the INSCRIPTION ON A SEA
As her broadside fair to the blast she
lays; PLEASED we remember our august And she swifter springs to the rising abodes,
seas, And murmur as the ocean murmurs As the pilot calls, “ Stand by for there.
It is silence all, as each in his place,
With the gathered coil in his harOUT AND INWARD BOUND.
By tack and bowline, by sheet and All things that are,
brace, Are with more spirit chased than Waiting the watchword impatient enjoy'd.
stands. How like a younker or a prodigal The scarfed bark puts from her And the light on Fire Island Head native bay,
draws near, Huggd and embraced by the strum- | As, trumpet-winged, the pilot's shout pet wind!
From his post on the bowsprit's heel Ilow like the prodigal doth she re
I hear, turn
With the welcome call of “ Reaily! With over-weather d ribs, and ragged About!”
sails, Lean, rent, and beecard by the No time to spare! It is touch and go; strumpet wind!
And the captain growls, “ Down, SIAKSPEARE.
helm! hard down!' Merchant of Venice. Act ii. Sc. 6. As my weight on the whirling spokes
While heaven grows black with the TACKING SHIP OFF SHORE.
storm-cloud's frown. The weather-leech of the topsail High o'er the knight-heads flies the shivers,
spray, The bow-lines strain, and the lee- As we meet the shock of the plunshrouds slacken,