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Title: Select poetry for children with brief explanatory notes arranged for the use of schools and families
Alternate Title: Payne's select poetry
Physical Description: xii, 310, <10> p.,<1> leaf of plates : ill. ; 15 cm.
Language: English
Creator: Payne, Joseph, 1808-1876
Clay, Richard, 1789-1877
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Publisher: Arthur Hall, Virtue & Co.
Place of Publication: London
Manufacturer: R. Clay
Publication Date: 1852
Edition: 10th ed.
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SELECT POETRY


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WITH

BRIEF EXPLANATORY NOTES


ARRANbGD FOR THE USE OPr CHOOLB AND FAMILIES

BY JOSEPH PAYNE,

EDITOR OF "STUDIES IN ENGLISH POETRY."



We are not proposing to train up poets or sendtmentalists; but to
replenish the mind with bright and available materials, such as shall
Impart to it an abundance of Intellectual wealth, and give it breadth and
elevation; and, by these natural means, exclude whatever s frivolous,
vulgar, selfish, or sensual."-lnac Taylor.



TENTH EDITION.



LONDON:
ARTHUR HALL, VIRTUE & CO.
25, PATERNOSTER ROW.
1852.



















It is no trifling good to win the ear of children with
verses which foster in them the seeds of humanity, and
tenderness, and piety; awaken their fancy, and exercise
pleasurably and wholesomely their imaginative and me-
ditative powers. It is no trifling benefit to provide a ready
mirror f',r the young, in which they may see their own
best feelings reflected, and wherein whatsoever things
are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things
are lovely," are presented to them in the most attractive
form. It is no trifling benefit to send abroad strains which
may assist in preparing the heart for its trials and in
supporting it under them.
SOUTrHY.







PREFACE
TO THE FIRST EDITION.


In the course of his experience in tuition, the
Editor of this little volume has often sought in
vain for a selection of poems really adapted to the
requirements of Childhood-including in this term
the period between six years of age and eleven
and twelve. There are, indeed, many valuable
works, already extant, professing to supply this
want; these, however, on trial, have been found
to contain but a small quantity of that sort of
poetry with which children can sympathize. The
poetry which children choose," says the author of
" Home Education," is that which, with a light
descriptive brevity, brings the familiar aspects of
the visible world before the fancy; and that also
which is simply and briskly narrative, and which
is enlivened by turns of humour, and deepened
by just moral sentiments, and especially by
touches of pity." Such poetry has a tendency to
give to the mind of a child that healthful tone,
which pure air and open sunshine give to his
body.
Should the selection now before the reader be
found to approximate even to the idea which has






PREFACE.


just been presented of what such a book ought to
be, the time and labour it has cost will be amply
repaid.
Besides the advantages accruing to the taste
and moral character from an early acquaintance
with poetry, which are the greatest and most im-
portant, we must not pass over those which may
be derived from it, as a means of exercising and
strengthening the memory, and of cultivating the
graces of elocution. The attainment of these
benefits will, however, depend, in some degree,
upon the manner in which they are sought. The
following remarks, suggested by experience, may,
perhaps, be found useful.
When this book is used in schools, it is recom-
mended that the lessons selected from it be learned
simultaneously by small classes. An opportunity
is thus afforded for giving that minute attention
to the meaning and spirit of the poems, which is
an essential preparation for a just delivery, and
for which otherwise, probably no time could be
found. It would be well for the teacher, in the
first place, to read over to his pupils, with appro-
priate emphasis and expression, the passage to be
committed to memory, asking questions on any
words or allusions which may seem likely to occa-
sion difficulty; he will then direct them to underline






PREFACE.


with pencil the words which require peculiar em-
phasis in the recital, and to ascertain, or "get
up," before they repeat the lesson, the meaning
of such words, phrases, and allusions as may need
explanation. When he hears the lesson, he may
call upon any member of the class to repeat
the whole, or part of it, as may be convenient,
occasionally dropping hints on peculiarities of
pronunciation, and putting such questions as may
serve to elicit the author's meaning, and to illus-
trate the ingenuity and taste of the composition.
It is advisable, too, that references should be
made from one poem to another, where similar
expressions or thoughts occur, or where the same
subject is treated; and that the poems that have
been learned should be occasionally repeated and
referred to in conversation or reading. These
directions will appear unnecessarily minute only
to those who do not know, by experience in teach-
ing, the importance of attention to details.
Alterations have been made in the originals of
some of the poems, in order to adapt them to the
design of the work. This is frankly admitted
here, that no one may regard the authors as re-
sponsible for the "various readings" which will
be found occasionally introduced into their com-
positions.
July, 1839 a 9











ADVERTISEMENT


10 THE FOURTH EDITION.



THM editor has endeavoured to acknowledge the
success his little work has already met with, by
making it deserving of still more. With this view
he has very carefully revised and corrected it,
besides increasing its bulk, and, as he hopes, its
value, by the addition of several very interesting
pieces. Among these will be found a beautiful
ballad, entitled William Tell," which has never
before been printed, and for the insertion of which
in this little collection, the editor begs to express
his obligations to its accomplished author, the
Rev. J. H. Gurney.

THE MANSION GRAMMAR SCHOOL,
Letherhead, Surrey,
Sept. Ist., 1845.












INDEX.


Ambitious Weed, the..............
Animals and their Countries ......
Arab to his favourite Steed, the...

Babe in Heaven to its Mother, the
Barley Mowers' Song, the .........
Battle of Blenheim, the ..........
Bee, to a.............................
Bees, Song of the ..................
Beggar man, the...................
Beth-Gelert..........................
Better Land, the ................
Bird caught at Sea, the ..........
Bird in a Cage, the.................
Birds .................................
Bird's Nest, the ...................
Birds in Summer ..................
Birds of Passage, the..............
Birds, Questions to..................
Blackbird, to the ..................
Blossom, the ......................
Bread-Fruit Tree, the.............
Bruce and the Spider.............
Butterfly's Ball, the .............
Butterfly's Funeral, the............

Camel, the ........................
Captive Squirrel's Petition, the...
Casabianca, the Heroic Boy ......
Chaffinch's Nest at Sea, the ......


AUTHOR PAGE
Jane Tavlor......... 209
Barbauld ............ 128
Mrs. Norton......... 215

........................ 97
Mary Howitt ...... 28
Southey.............. 20
Southey............... 46
Miss Gould ....... 139
Aikin ............. 60
W.Spenser ......... 118
Mrs. Hemans ...... 236
A. Hill............. 65
TV. L. Bowles ...... 129
Mrs. Barbauld...... 264
Hurdis............... 114
Mary Howitt ...... 150
Mrs. Hemans ...... 252
Montgomery........ 163
Montgomery......... 184
Mrs. Fry ............ 235
........................ 256
Bernard Barton ... 180
Roscoe ............. 9
... .................. 11

Marv Howitt ...... 23
S. Stricl and ...... 201
Mrs. Hemans ...... 243
Couper............. 23?







INDEX.


(harade ........ ....................
Child and Iind, the .............
Child after Absence, to a .........
Child's Wish, a ...................
Childhood's Sports................
Childhood's Tears ..................
Children in the Wood, the.........
Children Listening to a Lark......
Cicada, or Tree-hopper, the ......
Complaints of the Poor, the ......
Constantinople ....................
Contented Blind Boy, the .........
Cottager and his Landlord, the ...
Cricket, the..........................
Crocus, the ..........................
Cuckoo, the..........................

Daisy, the .........................
Daisy, the ..........................
Dame Schoolmistress, the ........
Day-break .........................
Dead Sparrow, the.................
Destroyer, the.......................
Disputed Case, the.................
Dog and the Water-Lily, the......
Dog of St. Bernard's, the .........
Dog, the Affection of a ..........
Drowning Fly, the................

English Home, our.................
Entail, or the Lordly Butterfly, the
Epitaph on a Hero.................
Epitaph on an Infant..............
Epitaph on a Tame Hare .........
Every little helps ................
Example of Birds, the ............

Fairy's Song, a ...................
Faithful Friend, the ...............
Fakenham Ghost, the.............
First Grief, the ...................


AUTHOR PAGE
........................ 83
Campbetl ............ 249
A. A. Iltas.......... 110
Marv Hlowlit ...... 124
Kirke rWhite......... 81
IWaler Scot......... 25
........................ 143
Corton ............... 114
Cowleu ............... 17G
Sonthey............... 0
.Ain ................ 206
Cibber ............... 1
Cooper ............... 14
C,,per ............... 177
........................ 22
Logan .............. 7

Mason God......... 131
Mlontgmer.yv......... 220
Kirke White ......... 246
Beaumont&Fletcher 268
Cartwright ......... 25
Hudson.............. 261
Cooper .............. 237
Cowper............... 214
Aliss Fry ............ 1;7
........................ 288
Aikin ............... 105

Mrs. C. B. Wilson... 112
Hnorace I'alpole ... 237
Cowuper............. 93
Coleridge ........... 93
C per................... 203
........................ 149
........................ 154

........................ 1r5
Cowper ............... 137
Plo.mfield ......... 134
Mrs. ilemans ...... 111






INDEX.

First Lamb, the ...................
First Swallow, the .................
Flocks, Folding the ..............
Flocks, Unfolding the ............
Fly, the .............................
Friendships .........................
Frost, the............................
Frost Spirit, the ...................

Gladness of Nature, the............
Glory of God, the ..................
Glowworm, the ...................
God Provideth for the Morrow...
Goldfinch starved, the ...........
Good Night .......................
Gratitude to God ..................

Hare and the Tortoise, the.........
Harebell and the Foxglove, the...
Harvest-home......................
Hawking party in the olden time, a
Hebrew Mother, the ...............
Hedge Sparrow, to a .............
He never smiled again ............
Homes of England .................
Humility ..........................
Humming-bird, the .............

Inchcape Rock, the.................
Incident of a Favourite Dog......
India ................................
Innocent Thief, the ...............
insects...............................
Invitation to a Robin..............
Invitation to Birds....... .........
Irish Harper and his Dog, the ...


ix
AUTHOR PAGE
........................ 4
Charlotte Smith ... 134
Beaumont -Flelcher 270
Beaumont Fletcher 269
Bruce ............. 186
Wordsworth ......... 154
Miss Gould ........ 47
Mellen .............. 296

W. C. Bryant ...... 133
Heber ............. 211
Cor pr.............. 230
Heber ............... 157
Coper................ 77
bliss Baillie......... 205
........................ 263

Llod ............... 82
...................... 174
........................ 8;
Mary Hiritt ...... 272
Mrs. Hemans ...... 301
........................ 68
Mrs. HIeman ...... 298
Mrs. Hemans ...... 295
Montgomery......... 258
Mary Huitt ...... 103

Southey............... 259
or&dworth ......... 171
Aikin ............. 183
Cowpr ............... 162
Barbhauld ......... 266
Longhorne ......... 9
Graves .............. 117
Campbell ............ 27


John Barleycorn................... Burns ............... 43
John Gilpin ..................... Cowper................ 190

Kid, the ............................. Shenstone ............ 267







INDEX.


King Canute ......................
Kitten and the Falling Leaves, the
Kittens and the Viper, the ......

Lady-bird in the House, the......
Lady-bird in the Fields, the ......
Lambs at Play ...................
Land of Contradictions, the ......
Lapland ............................
Late Spring, the...................
Lessons taught by Nature, the ...
Lessons to be derived from Birds
Lines from the Persian of Hafiz .
Lion, the.............................
Locust, the ..........................
Loss of the Royal George, the...
Loving and Liking .............
Lucy Gray ...........................
Lullaby, the ........ ...............

Mariner's Song, the .............
Marion Lee ........................
Maze, the .........................
Milkmaid, the .................
Miser and the Mouse, the .........
Mock-Hero, the ...................
Moral Maxims ...................
Morning Invitation to a Child ...
Morning or Evening Hymn ......
Morning Mist, the................
Moss Rose, the ...................
Mother and Babe in the Snow, the
Mother and her Child, the.........
Mother tried, the ...............
Mouse's Petition, the ..............
My Father's at the Helm.........

Napoleon and the Young Sailor .
Nautilus, the ......................
Negro Boy, the ...................
Nightingale and Glow-worm, the


AUTHOR PAGE
Bernard Barion ... 87
Wordsworth ......... 248
Cowper............... 53

Charlotte Smith ... 45
........................ 46
Bloomjield ......... 287
........................ 245
Aikin ............... 127
Conder .............. 2
Pope ............... 258
0. IV. Doae ...... 277
Sir W. Jones ...... 104
Mary Howitt ...... 49
Mary Houitt ...... 178
Cowper ............ 275
Miss Wordsworth... 66
Wordsworth......... 105
........................ 66

A. Cunningham ... 300
Mary Howitt ...... 86
Cooper ............ 236
lefreys Taylor...... 75
Cowper ........... 4
Mrs. Leicester ...... 19
Pope, fe............. 279
J. H. Green......... 108
Watts ............. 70
Southey ............ 241
........................ 69
........................ 231
Rogers ............. 254
S. C. Hall ......... 123
Barbauld ............ 62
........................ 188

Campbell ......... 226
Charlotte Smith ... 257
Samwell ............ 128
Cowper ........... 7s






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AUTHOR PAGE
North Wind, Song of the......... ........................ 207
Now and Then .................... Jane Taylor ......... 290

Old Christmas ................... Mary Howitt ...... 66
Old Man's Comforts, the ......... Southey ............ 156
Orphans, the ............. ....... ....................... 89
Orphan Boy, the ................. Mrs. Opie ......... 154
Oh! spare my Flower .......... Lye................ 285

Parrot, the .......................... Campbell ........... 164
Pearl, the ....... .............. S. C. Hall .......... 185
Pet Lamb, the .................... Wordsworth ......... SO
Pet Plant, the.............. ....... ...................... 95
Pine Apples and the Bee, the ... Cowper............... 200
Pious Wish, the.................... Ellwood ............ 256
Plane Tree ard the Vine, the ... ........................ 245
Poor, the unregarded Toils of the Mary Hiwitt ...... 189
Principle put to the Test ........ Cowper............... 131
Prisoner to a Robin, the ......... Mntgomery......... 63

Reasons for Mirth .................. Mi Mitford ...... 225
Retired Cat, the.................. Cowper.............. 222
Reveill6, the ....................... Miss Bailiie........ 205
Robin pursuing a Butterfly, the... Wordsworth......... 149
Rose, the................... Cwp........... C per............... 289

Sabbath Morning ................. Grahame ......... 278
Sandal Tree, the ................. S. C. Wilkes ...... 249
Sea, the ............................. Bernard Barton ... 263
Self-examination............ ..... ....................... 265
Silk-worm, the .................... Cowper............... 21
Snail, the......... ............... Cowper.............. 142
Snake in the Grass, a............ Montgomery......... 7
Snow-drop, the ............................. ................... 5
Spaniel on his killing a bird, to a Cowper............... 182
Sparrows at College, the............ Cowper............. 239
Spider, the ........................ Dryden ............ 18
Squirrel, the ........................ Cowper............. 242
St. Philip Neri and the Youth ... Byrom ............. 212
Strawberry Girl, Song of the ...................... 228
Streamlet, the....................... M. Stodart ...... 130






xii INDEX.

Stride, the ...........................
Summer ..............................
Summer Evening, a ...............
Summer Evening at the Farm ...
Sunshine after a Shower............
Swallow, the ....................
Swallr and Redbreast, the ......
Swiss Home-Sickness.............

Three Sons, the ...................
Thrush, the ........................
Time .........................
Toad's Journal, the .............
Traveller's Return, the ............
Traveller in Africa, the............


AUTHOR PAGE
Wordsworth ......... 152
Eliza Cook ......... 170
Watts .............. 102
Kirke White......... 69
Thomas Warton ... 289
Aikin ............ 65
W. L. Bowles ..... 187
Mrs. Hemans ...... 271

Moultrie .......... 98
Williams ............ 55
Byrom ............. 237
Jane Taylor......... 115
Southy ............. 93
Duchess of Devon... 173


Unkind Reflections ........ .... ........................ 274

Visible Creation, the ............. Montgomery ...... I
Voice of Spring, the .............. Mary Howitt ...... 2


ar ..............................
Wasp, to a ..........................
Water Wagtail, Soliloquy of a...
Weare Seven .....................
Web-Spinner, the true Story of...
Wedding among the Flowers, the
William Tell.....................
Wind in a Frolic, the...............
Winter's Day, the ................
Winter Fire, the ..................
Wishes and Realities...... ....
Wood-lane in Spring, the .........
Woodman and his Dog............
Worm, the .........................
Worm and the Snail, the .........
Wren's Nest, the ................


Walter Scott......... 301
Bruce ............... 122
Montgomery......... 109
Wordsworth......... 72
Mary Howitt ..... 13
Ann Ta:.or ....... 33
Rev.J. H. Gurney 305
Willimr Howitt ... 77
........................ 92
Mary Howitt ...... 123

........................ 293
Cowper .............. 242
Gisborne ............ 51
Jane Taylor......... 158
Wordsworth ......... 283


Youthful King, the ............... iss Jewsbury...... 5








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THE VISIBLE CREATION.

THE God of nature and of grace
In all his works appears;
His goodness through the earth we trace,
His grandeur in the spheres.'
Behold this fair and fertile globe,
By Him in wisdom planned;
'Twas He who girded, like a robe,
The ocean round the land.
Lift to the firmament your eye-
Thither His path pursue;
His glory, boundless as the sky,
O'erwhelms the wondering view.
The forests in His strength rejoice;
Hark! on the evening breeze,
As once of old, Jehovah's voice
Is heard among the trees.2
SSpheres-heavenly bodies.
"And they heard the voice of the Lord God walking in
the garden in the cool of the day." -Gen. iii. 8.






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Here, on the hills, He feeds his herds,
His flocks in yonder plains;
His praise is warbled by the birds;
-Oh could we' catch their strains,
Mount with the lark, and bear our song
Up to the gates of light !
Or, with the nightingale, prolong
Our numbers through the night!
His blessings fall in plenteous showers
Upon the lap of earth,
That teems with foliage, fruits, and flowers,
And rings with infant mirth.
If God hath made this world so fair,
Where sin and death abound;
How beautiful beyond compare,3
Will Paradise be found!
Montgomery.

THE VOICE OF SPRING.
I AM coming, I am coming!-
Hark! the little bee is humming;4
1 Oh could we-oh that we could.
9 Gates of Light-the part of the sky from which the
light issues in the morning, as if from opening gates.
Shalspere writes:-
Hark I hark I the lark at heaven's gate sings."
3 Beyond compare-beyond comparison.
SHumming-observe that many words descriptive of the
sounds made by animals are imitations of the sounds them-
selves; thus the serpent and the goose hiss, bees hum, flies
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See, the lark is soaring high
In the blue and sunny sky;
And the gnats are on the wing
Wheeling round in airy ring.
See the yellow catkins' cover
All the slender willows over;
And on banks of mossy green
Star-like primroses are seen;
And, their2 clustering leaves below,
White and purple violets blow.
Hark! the new-born lambs are bleating,
And the cawing rooks are meeting
In the elms-a noisy crowd!
All the birds are singing loud;
And the first white butterfly
In the sunshine dances by.
Look around thee-look around!
Flowers in all the fields abound;
Every running stream is bright;
All the orchard trees are white,
And each small and waving shoot
Promises sweet flowers and fruit.
Turn thine eyes to earth and heaven!
God for thee the Spring has given,

SCathins-blossoms-a botanical term, denoting the im-
perfect species of flower peculiar to the willow, hazel, and a
few other trees.
I Their, 4c.-that is, below the leaves of the violets men-
tioned in the next line.






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Taught the birds their melodies,
Clothed the earth, and cleared the skies,
For thy pleasure or thy food:-
Pour thy soul in gratitude!
Mary Howite.

THE FIRST LAMB.
tPORTIVE harbinger' of Spring!
Welcome tidings dost thou bring!
Thy short, timid, quivering bleat
Blends in unison2 most sweet
With the newly-wakened song,
Heard the woodland dell along.
While beneath the hawthorn's shade,
Slumbering peacefully thou'rt laid,
Round the spring the daisies fair;
Violets scent the balmy air,
And the primrose clusters spread
A soft pillow for thy head:-
Start not !-'tis a harmless guest-
The partridge stealing from her nest;
Or the bee, whose soothing hum
Tells the crocus-flowers are come !
Lambkin, I will be thy friend,
I my cheerful aid will lend,
Thy weak, little feet, to guide
To thy tender mother's side.
Soon those tottering feet will bound
O'er the thyme-besprinkled mound;-
h Ifarbinger-a forerunner-the appearance of new-born
lambs announces that Spring is coming. See p. 3.
Sla unison-in harmony.





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Enlivened by the cheering sun,
Soon the jocund race thou'lt run,
And in the sportive frolic join,
With heart as light and gay as mine.


THE SNOW-DROP
OR, THE RESURRECTION OF THB BODY
TELL, if thou canst, how yonder flower
To life and light has burst its way,
Though ten long months beneath the ground
Its snowy petals' torpid lay.2
Then will I teach thee how a child
From death's long slumber can awake,
And, to eternal life renewed,
His robe of heavenly beauty take.
While from the dust, each circling year,
The snow-drop lifts its humble head,
Say, shall I doubt God's equal power,
To call me from my lowly bed ?

WISHES AND REALITIES.
A CHILD'S WISHES.
I WISH I were a little bird,
To fly so far and high,
And sail along the golden clouds,
And through the azure sky.
1 Petals-flower-leaves as distinguished from the leavrc of
plants.
Torpid lay-lay undeveloped, as if dead, in the bulb.
S2





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I'd be the first to see the sun
Up from the ocean spring;
And ere itI touched the glittering spire,
His ray should gild my wing
"Above the hills I'd watch him still,
Far down the crimson west;
And sing to him my evening song,
Ere yet I sought my rest.
And many a land I then should see.
As hill and plain I crossed;
Nor fear through all the pathless sky
That I should e'er be lost.
I'd fly where, round the olive bough
The vine its tendrils weaves;
And shelter from the noonbeams seek
Among the myrtle leaves.
Now if I climb our highest hill,
How little can I see!
Oh had I but a pair of wings,
How happy should I be !"
REPLY.
"Wings cannot soar above the sky,
As thou in thought canst do;
Nor can the veiling clouds confine
Thy mental eye's2 keen view.
Not to the sun dost thou chant forth
Thy simple evening hymn;
Thou praisest Him, before whose smile
The noonday sun grows dim.
I Ere-before it-the sun's ray mentioned in the next line.
2 Mental ere--the eye of the mind, which may, figura-
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" But thou mayst learn to trace the sun
Around the earth and sky,
And see him rising, setting, still,
Where distant oceans lie.
To other lands the bird may guide
His pinions through the air;
Ere yet he rest his wings, thou art
In thought before him there.

"Though strong and free, his wing may droop,
Or bands restrain its flight;
Thought none may stay-more fleet its course
Than swiftest beams of light;
A lovelier clime than birds can find,
While summers go and come,
Beyond this earth remains for those.
Whom God doth summon home."



THE CUCKOO.

HAIL, beauteous' stranger of the grove,
Attendant on the Spring!
Now Heaven repairs thy vernal seat,'
And woods thy welcome sing.

I The Cuckoo is not remarkable for beauty: it is probably
addressed as beauteous here, because its coming is connected
with the appearance of the beauties of Spring.
Now Heaven, Sc.-now Heaven, that is, God, makes thy
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Soon as the daisy decks the green,
Thy certain voice we hear;
Hast thou a star to guide thy path,'
Or mark the rolling year ?
Delightful visitant! with thee'
I hail the time of flowers;
And hear the sound of music sweet
From birds among the bowers.
The schoolboy, wandering in the wood
To pull the primrose gay,
Starts-the new voice of Spring to hear,
And imitates thy lay.
Soon as the pea puts on the bloom,
Thou fliest the vocal vale;'
An annual guest in other lands,4
Another Spring to hail.
Sweet bird thy bower is ever green,
Thy sky is ever clear;
Thou hast no sorrow in thy song,
No winter in thy year !
Logan
Hast thou a star, &c.-an allusion either to the pole star
which guides the mariner, or to the star which led the wise
men to the infant Saviour.
2 With thee-along with thee-when thou comest.
3 The old rhymes respecting the Cuckoo's arrival and
departure are-
In April
Come he will
In July
He prepares to fly."
4 Aftc: leaving England, the Cuckoo goes to North Africa
and Asia Minor.






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INVITATION TO A ROBIN.
LITTLE bird, with bosom red,
Welcome to my humble shed!
Daily near my table steal,
While I take my scanty meal;
Doubt not, little though there be,
But I'll cast a crumb to thee;
Well rewarded if I spy
Pleasure in thy glancing eye,
And see thee when thou'st had thy fill,
Plume thy breast, and wipe thy bill.
Come, my feathered friend, again,
Well thou know'st the broken pane;
Ask of me thy daily store,
Ever welcome to my-door.
Langhorne.

THE BUTTERFLY'S BALL
CoME, take up your hats, and away let us haste,
To the Butterfly's ball and the Grasshopper's feast;
The trumpeter Gad-fly has summoned the crew,
And the revels are now only waiting for you.
On the smooth-shaven grass, by the side of a wood,
Beneath a broad oak, which for ages had stood,
See the children of earth, and the tenants of air,
For an evening's amusement together repair:
And there came the Beetle, so blind and so black,
Who carried the Emmet, his friend, on his back;
And there came the Gnat, and the Dragon-fly too
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And there came the Moth, in his plumage of down,
And the Hornet, in jacket of yellow and brown,
Who with him the Wasp his companion did bring;
But they promised that evening to lay by their sting.
And the sly little Donnouse crept out of his hole,
And led to the feast his blind brother, the Mole;
And the Snail, with his horns peeping out from
his shell,
Came from a great distance-the length of an ell.
A mushroom their table, and on it was laid
A water-dock leaf, which a tablecloth made;
The viands were various, to each of their taste,
And the Bee brought his honey to crown the
repast.
There, close on his haunches, so solemn and wise,
The Frog from a corner looked up to the skies;
And the Squirrel, well pleased such diversion to see,
Sat cracking his nuts overhead in a tree.
Then out came a Spider, with fingers so fine,
To show his dexterity on the tight line;
From one branch to another his cobweb he slung,
Then as quick as an arrow he darted along.
But just in the middle, oh shocking to tell!
From his rope in an instant poor Harlequin fell;
Yet hb touched not the ground, but with talon,'
outspread,
Hung suspended in air at the end of a thread.


1 Tclons-clawa.






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Then the Grasshopper came, with a jerk and a
spring,
Very long was his leg, though but short was his
wing;
He took but three leaps, and was soon out of sight,
Then chirped his own praises the rest of the night.
With steps quite majestic, the Snail did advance,
And promised the gazers a minuet' to dance;
But they all laughed so loud, that he pulled in his
head,
And went in his own little chamber to bed.
Then as evening gave way to the shadows of night,
Their watchman, the Glow-worm, came out with
his light;
Then home let us hasten while yet we can see,
For no watchman is waiting for you and for me.
Roscoe.

THE BUTTERFLY'S FUNERAL
OH ye who so lately were blithesome and gay,
At the Butterfly's banquet carousing away;
Your feasts and your revels of pleasure are fled,
For the chief of the banquet, the Butterfly's dead!
No longer the Flies and the Emmets advance,
To join with theirfriendsin the Grasshopper's dance,
For see his fine form o'er the favourite bend,
And the Grasshopper mourns for the loss of his
friend.
2 Minuet-an old-fashioned, slow, and stately dance






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And hark to the funeral dirge' of the Bee,
And the Beetle, who follows as solemn as lie
And see, where so mournful' the green rushes wave,
The Mole is preparing the Butterfly's grave.
The Dormouse attended, but cold and forlorn,
And the Gnat slowly winded his shrill little horn;
And the Moth, being grieved at the loss of a sister,
Bent over her body, and silently kissed her.
The corpse was embalmed at the set of the sun,
And enclosed in a case which the Silk-worm had
spun;
By the help of the Hornet the coffin was laid
On a bier' out of myrtle and jessamine made.
In weepers and scarfs' came the Butterflies all,
And six of their number supported the pall;
And the Spider came there in his mourning so black,
But the fire of the Glow-worm soon frightened him
back.
The Grub left his nut-shell to join the sad throng,
And slowly led with him the Book-worm along,
Who wept his poor neighbour's unfortunate doom,
And wrote these few lines, to be placed on his tomb:
EPITAPH.
At this solemn spot, where the green rushes wave,
In sadness we bent o'er the Butterfly's grave;
I Dirge-a mournful song, proper for funeral service.
2 Moirnful-mournfully.
s Bier-a frame used for carrying and supporting the dead.
4 Weepers and scarfs-articles of dress worn at funerals.






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Twas here the last tribute to beauty we paid,
As we wept o'er the mound where her ashes are laid.
And here shall the daisy and violet blow,
And the lily discover' her bosom of snow;
While under the leaf, in the evenings of spring,
Still mourning his friend, shall the Grasshopper
sing.


THE TRUE STORY OF WEB-SPINNER.

WEB-SPINNER was a miser old,
Who came of low degree ;*
His body was large, his legs were thin,
And he kept bad company;
And his visage had the evil look
Of a black felon grim;
To all the country he was known,
But none spoke well of him.

His house was seven stories high,
In a corner of the street,
And it always had a dirty look,
When other homes were neat;
Up in his garret dark he lived,
And from the windows high,
Looked out in the dusky evening
Upon the passers by.

I Discover, 8c.-display to view her snow-white flower.
I Who came, c.--who was of mean origin or low rank hi
society.






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Most people thought he lived alone,
Yet many have averred'
That dismal cries from out his house
Were often loudly heard;
And that none living left his gate,
Although a few went in;
For he seized the very beggar old,
And stripped him to the skin.
And though he prayed for mercy,
Yet mercy ne'er was shown-
The miser cut his body up,
And picked him bone from bone.
Thus people said, and all believed
The dismal story true;
As it was told to me, in truth,
I tell it so to you.
There was an ancient widow-
One Madgy de la Moth,
A stranger to the man, or she
Had ne'er gone there in troth:2
But she was poor, and wandered out
At night-fall in the street,
To beg from rich men's tables
Dry scraps of broken meat.
So she knocked at old Web-Spinner's door,
With a modest tap, and low,
And down stairs came he speedily
Like an arrow from a bow.
* Amerred-positively declared.
* Troth-truth
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"Walk in, walk in, mother," said he,
And shut the door behind-
She thought, for such a gentleman,
That he was wondrous kind.
But ere the midnight clock had tolled,
Like a tiger of the wood,
He had eaten the flesh from off her bones,
And drunk of her heart's blood !
Now after this fell' deed was done,
A little season's space,
The burly* Baron of Bluebottle
Was riding from the chase.
The sport was dull, the day was hot,
The sun was sinking down,
When wearily the Baron rode
Into the dusty town.
Says he, I'll ask a lodging,
At the first house I come to;"
With that,3 the gate of Web-Spinner
Came suddenly in view.
Loud was the knock the Baron gave-
Down came the churl4 with glee;
Says Bluebottle, "Good Sir, to-night
I ask your courtesy;
I am wearied with a long day's chace-
My friends are far behind."
"You may need them all," said Web-Spinner.
It runneth in my mind."
I Fell-fatal, murderous.
B urly-pompous and big.
' With that-with that time, just at that moment.
SChurl-an ill-mannered, miserly person.






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"A Baron am I," said Bluebottle,
From a foreign land I come;"
"I thought as much," said Web-Spinncr,
" Fools never stay at home !"
Says the Baron, "Churl, what meaneth this?
I defy you, villian base !"
And he wished the while, in his inmost heart,
He was safely from the place.
Web-spinner ran and locked the door,
And a loud laugh laughed he,
With that, each one on the other sprang
And they wrestled furiously.
The Baron was a man of might,
A swordsman of renown;
But the Miser had the stronger arm,
And kept the Baron down.
Then out he took a little cord,
From a pocket at his side,
And with many a crafty, cruel knot,
His hands and feet he tied;
And bound him down unto the floor,
And said, in savage jest,
" There is heavy work in store for you;-
So, Baron, take your rest !"
Then up and down his house he went,
Arranging dish and platter,
With a dull and heavy countenance,
As if nothing were the matter.
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And with many and many a desperate tug,
To hoist him up began.
And step by step, and step by step,
He went with heavy tread;
But ere he reached the garret door,
Poor Bluebottle was dead !
Now all this while, a magistrate,
Who lived in a house hard by,'
Had watched Web-Spinner's cruelty
Through a window privily:
So in he bursts, through bolts and bars,
With a loud and thundering sound,
And vowed to burn the house with fire,
And level it with the ground;
But the wicked churl, who all his life
Had looked for such a day,
Passed through a trap-door in the wall,
And took himself away.
But where he'went, no man could tell;
'Twas said that under ground
He died a miserable death-
But his body ne'er was found.
They pulled his house down, stick and stone,
For a caitiff' vile as he,"
Said they, within our quiet town
Shall not a dweller be !"
Mlary Howitt.

L Hard by-near at hand.
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THE SPIDER.
THE treacherous Spider, when her nets are spread,
Deep ambushed' in her silent den does lie,
And feels, far off, the trembling of her thread,
Whose filmy cord should bind the struggling Fly;
Then, if at last she find him fast beset,
She issues forth, and runs along her loom,'
Eager to seize the captive in her net,
And drag the little wretch in triumph home.
Dryden


THE CONTENTED BLIND BOY.
OH say, what is that thing called light,
Which I must ne'er enjoy ?
What are the blessings of the sight ?
,, Oh tell a poor Blind Boy !
You talk of wondrous things you see;
You say the sun shines bright";
I feel him warm, but how can he
Or make it day or night P
My day or night myself I make
Whene'er I sleep or play;
And could I-always keep awake,
With me 'twere3 always day.

I Ambuihod-concealed, with a view to surprise an enemy.
Loom-a weaver's frame-here, the frame of the spider's
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With heavy sighs I often hear
You mourn my hapless woe;
But sure with patience I can bear
A loss I ne'er can know.
Then let not what I cannot have
My cheer of mind destroy;
While thus I sing, I am a king,
Although a poor Blind Boy.
C. Cibber.


THE MOCK-HERO.
HORATIO, of ideal courage vain,
Was flourishing in air his father's cane,
And, as the fumes of valour swelled his pate,
Now thought himself this hero, and now that;
" And now," he cried, I will Achilles be; -
My sword I brandish: mark! the Trojans flee.l
Now I'll be Hector,' when his angry blade
Alane through heaps of slaughtered Grecians made!
And now my deeds, still braver, I'll evince,
I am no less than Edward the Black Prince-
Give way, ye coward French !"-As thus he spoke,
And aimed in fancy a sufficient stroke
Fo fix the fate of Crecy or Poictiers-
Heroically spurning trivial fears-
His milk-white hand he strikes against a nail,
Sees his own blood, and feels his courage fail-

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Ah! where is now that boasted valour flown,
That in the tented field so late was shown ?
Achilles weeps, great Hector hangs his head,
And the Black Prince goes whimpering to bed.
Mrs. Leicester.

THE BATTLE OF BLENHEIM;'
OR, THE PRICE OF A VICTORY.
IT was a summer evening,
Old Kaspar's work was done,
And he, before his cottage door,
Was sitting in the sun;
And by him sported on the green,
His little grandchild, Wilhelmine.
She saw her brother Peterkin
Roll something large and round,
That he beside the rivulet,
In playing there had found;
She ran to ask what he had found,
That was so large, and smooth, and round.
Old Kaspar took it from the boy,
Who stood expectant by;
And then the old man shook his head,
And with a natural sigh,
'Tis some poor fellow's skull," said he,
Who fell in the great victory.
I find them in my garden, for
There's many hereabout;
1 This dreadful battle was fought in Queen Anne's reign,
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And often when I go to plough,
The ploughshare turns them out;
For many thousand men,"I said he,
'Were slain in that great victory."
"Now tell us what 'twas all about,"
Young Peterkin, he cries,
And little Wilhelmine looks up
With wonder-waiting' eyes;
"Now tell us all about the war,
And what they killed each other for ?"
It was the English," Kaspar cried,
That put the French to rout;
But what they killed each other for,
I could not well make out;
But every body said," quoth3 he,
"That 'twas a famous victory.
My father lived at Blenheim then,
Yon little stream hard by;4
They burnt his dwelling to the ground,
And he was forced to fly;
So with his wife and child he fled,
And knew not where to rest his head.
"With fire and sword the country round
They wasted far and wide;
And many a wretched mother, then,
And new-born infant, died;
SIt is said that 36,000 men were left killed and wounded
on the field.
WIonder-waiting-waiting for wonders.
SQuoth-says or said.
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But things like that, you know, must be
At every famous victory.
"They say it was a shocking sight,
After the field was won,
For many thousand bodies here
Lay rotting in the sun;
But things like that, you know, must be
After a famous victory.
Great praise the Duke of Marlborough won,
And our good Prince Eugene;"-
"Why 'twas a very wicked thing,"
Said little Wilhelmine;
Nay, nay, my little girl," quoth he,
It was a famous victory.
"And every body praised the Duke,
Who this great fight did win "-
But what good came of it at last ? "
Quoth little Peterkin;
"Why, that I cannot tell," said he,
"But 'twas a famous victory."
Southey.

THE CROCUS;
OR, THE DUTY OF PATIENCE
DowN in my solitude under the snow,
Where nothing cheering can reach me;
Here, without'light to see how to grow,
Ill trust to nature to teach me.
I will not despair, nor be idle, nor frown,
Enclosed in so gloomy a dwelling;
My leaves shall run up, and my roots shall run down,
While the bud in my bosom is swelling.


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Soon as the frost will get out of my bed,
From this cold dungeon to free me,
I will peer up with my little bright head-
All will be joyful to see me.
Then from my heart will young buds diverge'
As rays of the sun from their focus ;
And I from the darkness of earth shall emerge,
A happy and beautiful crocus!
Gaily arrayed in my yellow and green,
When to their view I have risen,
Will they not wonder, how one so serene
Came from so dismal a prison P
Many, perhaps, from so simple a flower
This useful lesson may borrow:-
Patient to-day, through its gloomiest hour,
We come out the brighter to-morrow !


THE CAMEL.
CAMEL, thou art good and mild,
Docile as a little child;
Thou wast made for usefulness,
Man to comfort and to bless:
Thou dost clothe him; thou dost feed
Thou dost lend to him thy speed;
And through wilds of trackless sand,
In the hot Arabian land,
Where no rock its shadow throws;
Where no cooling water flows;
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Where the hot air is not stirred
By the wing of singing bird,
There thou goest, untired and meek
Day by day, and week by week,
With thy load of precious things-
Silks for merchants, gold for kings,
Pearls of Ormuz,' riches rare,
Damascene2 and Indian ware-
Bale on bale, and heap on heap-
Freighted like a costly ship !3
And when week by week is gone,
And the traveller journeys on
Feebly; when his strength is fled,
And his hope and heart seem dead,
Camel, thou dost turn thine eye
On him kindly, soothingly,
As if thou wouldst, cheering, say,
"Journey on for this one day-
Do not let thy heart despond !
There is water yet beyond !
I can scent it in the air-
Do not let thy heart despair!"
And thou guid'st the traveller there.
Camel, thou art good and mild,
Docile as a little child;
Thou wast made for usefulness,
Man to comfort and to bless;
And the desert wastes must be
Untracked regions but for thee!
Mary Hofitt.
1 Ormus-a gulf in Asia, noted for its pearl fishery.
* Damascene ware-goods from Damascus in Syrij
' The Arabs call the Camel the Ship of the Da~ctl?'






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CHILDHOOD'S TEARS.
THE tear down childhood's cheek that flows,
Is like the dew-drop on the rose;
When next the summer breeze comes by,
And waves the bush, the flower is dry.
Walter Scott.

THE DEAD SPARROW.'
TELL me not of joy there's none,
Now my little sparrow's gone:
He would chirp and play with me;
He would hang his wing awhile-
Till at length he saw me smile
Oh how sullen he would be !
He would catch a crumb, and then
Sporting, let it go again;
He from my lip
Would moisture sip;
He would from my trencher feed;
Then would hop, and then would run,
And cry "philip" when he'd done !
Oh whose heart can choose but bleed ?
Oh how eager would he fight,
And ne'er hurt, though he did bite I
No morn did pass,
But on my glass
He would sit, and mark and do
What I did; now' ruffle all
SThe author of this piece died in the year 1643, so that
it is now more than 200 years old.
2 When the word otw is repeated, as above, the first now
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His feathers o'er, now let them fall;
And then straightway sleek' them too.
Now my faithful bird is gone;
Oh! let mournful turtles' join
With loving red-breasts, and combine
To sing dirges o'er his stone !
Cartwright.

THE LATE SPRING.
THE sleepy Spring was still in bed,
And to rise was slowly preparing,
When she heard the soft fall of the zephyr's3 tread,
Who came to give her an airing.
She rose in haste, not dressed in blue,
But clad in her wintry mourning;-
Just stuck in her bosom a snow-drop or two,
Her brow a faint smile adorning.
Then away over meadow, and garden, and wood,
Her light-winged courser bore her;
But in her fair eyes the tear-drop stood,
To see the drear scene before her.
So long had the tyrant of northern birth4
His iron reign extended,
The genial commerce5 of sky and earth
Had well nigh been suspended.
Sleek-make smooth.
STurtles-turtle-doves.
S Zephyr-the west wind-any warm, soft wind,
Tyrant of northern birth-winter.
SGenial commerce-agreeable intercourse.






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The young birds had met on St. Valentine's feast,'
All eager to get married;
But the sullen saint refused to be priest;-
For another red-day' they tarried.
The crocus had put forth its feelers green,
But drew in its head in affright,
On hearing the peas, as soon as seen,
Had been all cut off in a night.
The lilac gay that'loves to be first,
Stood shivering still and pouting,
And many a bud was longing to burst,
But its orders, as yet, was doubting.
And the queen of the season, so ill did she feel,
She again took to bed in pure sorrow;
But the sun has been called in, her sickness to heal,
And we hope she'll be better to-morrow.
Condor.


THE IRISH HARPER AND HIS DOG.
ON the green banks of Shannon, when Sheelah
was nigh,
No blithe Irish lad was so happy as I;
SNo harp like my own could so cheerily play,
And wherever I went was my poor dog, Tray.

SSt. Valentine's Feast-the 14th of February. About this
time is the usual season for the pairing of birds.
2 Red-day--feast-day, so called because the names of such
days used to be particularly marked in the almanacs, by being
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When at last I was forced from my Sheelah to part,
She said-while the sorrow was big at her heart-
"Oh! remember your Sheelab, when far, far away,
And be kind, my dear Pat, to our poor dog, Tray."
Poor dog! he was faithful and kind, to be sure,
And he constantly loved me, although I was poor;
When the sour-looking folks sentme heartlessaway,
I had always a friend in my poor dog, Tray.
When the road was so dark, and the night was so
cold,
And Pat and his dog were grown weary and old,
How snugly we slept in my old coat of gray,
And he licked me for kindness-my poor dog, Tray.
Though my walletwas scant' I remembered his case,
Nor refused my last crust to his pitiful face;
But he died at my feet on a cold winter's day,
And I played a sad lament for my poor dog, Tray.
Where now shall I go, poor, forsaken, and blind ?
Can I find one to guide me, so faithful and kind ?
To my sweet native village, so far, far away,
I can never return with my poor dog, Tray.
Cambell.

THE BARLEY-MOWERS' SONG.
BARLEY-MOWErS, here we stand,
One, two, three, a steady band;
True of heart, and strong of limb,
Ready in our harvest trim;
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All a-row with spirits blithe,
Now we whet the bended scythe,
Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-link-a-tink I
Side by side, now bending low,
Down the swaths' of barley go,
Stroke by stroke, as true's' the chime
Of the bells, we keep in time;
Then we whet the ringing scythe,
Standing 'mong the barley lithe,3
Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink!
Barley-mowers must be true,
Keeping still the end in view,
One with all, and all with one,
Working on till set of sun,
Bending all with spirits blithe,
Whetting all at once the scythe,
IRink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink !
Day and night, and night and day,
Time, the mower, will not stay;
We may hear him in our path
By the falling barley swath;
While we sing with voices blithe,
We may hear his ringing scythe,
Rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink I
Time, the mower, cuts down all,
High and low, and great and small;
Learn we then for him to grow
Ready, like the field we mow,

Swaths-lines of grass or corn cut down by the mowe.
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Like the bending barley lithe,
Ready for the whetted scythe,
.ink-a-tink, rink-a-tink, rink-a-tink-a-tink !
Mary Howitt


THE PET LAMB.
THE dew was falling fast, the stars began to blink;
I heard a voice; it said, "Drink, pretty creature,
drink!"
And looking o'er the hedge, before me I espied
A snow-white mountain lamb, with a maiden at
its side.
No other sheep were near, the lamb was all alone,
And by a slender cord was tethered' to a stone;
With one knee on the grass did the little maiden
kneel,
While to that mountain lamb she gave its evening
meal.
'Twas little Barbara Lewthwaite, a child of beauty
rare !
I watched them with delight, they were a lovely pair;
And now with empty can the maiden turned away;
But ere ten yards were gone, her footsteps did she
stay.
Towards the lamb she looked, and from that shady
place
I unobserved could see the workings of her face;
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If nature to her tongue could measured numbers
bring,'
Thus, thought I, to her lamb that little maid
might sing:-
"What ails thee, young one? what? why pull so
at thy cord ?
Is it not well with thee, well both for bed and board ?
Thy plot of grass is soft, and green as grass can be;
Rest, little young one, rest, what isn't that aileth
thee ?
What is it thou wouldst seek ? What is wanting
to thy heart?
Thy limbs are they not strong P-and beautiful
thou art;
This grass is tender grass; these flowers they have
no peers;'
And that green corn, all day, is rustling in thy ears!
If the sun be shining hot, do but stretch thy
woollen chain,
The beech is standing by, its covert thou canst gain;
For rain and mountain storms! the like tl ou need'st
not fear-
The rain and storm are things which scarcel) can
come here.
Rest, little young one, rest! hast thou forgot the day
When my father found thee first in places far away ?
Many flocks were on the hills, but thou wert owned
by none;
And thymother from thy side for evermore was gone.
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He took thee in his arms, and in pity brought thee
home;
A blessed day for thee! then whither wouldst thou
roam ?
A faithful nurse thou hast, the dam that did thee
yean I
Upon the mountain tops, no kinder could have been.
Thou know'st that twice a day, I have brought
thee in this can
Fresh water from the brook, as clear as ever ran:
And twice, too, in the day, when the ground is
wet with dew,
I bring thee draughts of milk, warm milk it is,
and new.
It will not, will not rest !-Poor creature, can it be
That 'tis thy mother's heart that is working so in
thee?
Things that I know not of, belike to thee are dear,
And dreams of things which thou canst neither
see nor hear.
Alas! the mountain tops, that look so green and fair!
I've heard of fearful winds and darkness that come
there;
The little brooks that seem all pastime and all play,
When they are angry, roar like lions for their prey.
Here thou need'st not fear the raven in the sky;
Night and day thou'rt safe-our cottage is hard by.
Why bleat so after me ? why pull so at thy chain ?
Sleep-and at break of day I will come to thee
again !" Wordsworth.
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THE WEDDING AMONG THE
FLOWERS.'

IN grand convocation which Flora enacted,
Where the business of all her domain was transacted,
'Twas hinted, there yet remained one regulation
To perfect her glorious administration.
To some, strength and masculine beauty were given,
Majestical air, and an eye meeting heaven;
Hidden virtues to many, to others perfitme,
Through each variation of sweetness and bloom :
'Twas therefore suggested, with Flora's compliance,
To unite every charm in some splendid alliance.
The royal assent to the motion was gained.
'Twas passed at three sittings, and duly ordained.
Twas now most amusing to traverse the shade,
And hear the remarks that were privately made:
Such whispers, inquiries, and investigations!
Such balancing merits and marshalling stations!
The nobles protested they never would yield
To debase their high sap with the weeds of the
field;
For, indeed there was nothing so vulgar and rude,
As to let every ill-bred young wildflower intrude;
Their daughters should never dishonour their
houses,
By taking such rabble as these for their spouses!
1 This elegant little poem, which was originally published
in the year 1808, in a separate form, is reprinted here by the
kind peflission of the accomplished authoress-Cow Mlis.
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At length, my Lord SUNFLOWER, whom public
opinion
Confessed as the pride of the blooming dominion,
Avowed an affection he'd often betrayed
For sweet Lady LILY, the queen of the shade;
And said, should her friends nor the public with-
stand,
He would dare to solicit her elegant hand.
A whisper, like that which on fine summer eves
Young zephyrs address to the frolicsome leaves,
Immediately ran through the whole congregation,
Expressive of pleasure and high approbation.
No line was degraded, no family pride
Insulted, by either the bridegroom or bride;
For in him all was majesty, beauty, and splendour,
In her all was elegant, simple, and tender.
Now nothing remained but to win her consent,
And Miss IRIS, her friend, as the messenger went,
The arts of entreaty and argument trying,
Till at length she returned, and announced her
complying.
Complete satisfaction the tidings conveyed,
And whispers and dimples the pleasure displayed.
Will CocKSCOMB, indeed, and a few POWDERED
BEAUX,
Who were not little vain of their figure and clothes,
Looked down with chagrin which they could not
disguise,
That they were not fixed on to carry the prize.
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By duly consulting a reverend Seer,
DANDELION, who augured the wedding that year,
Moved to give his opinion by breath of perfume,
And nodding assent with his silvery plume.
For licence, his lordship in person applied
To the high CROWN IMPERIAL, whose court he
described
By the GOLDEN ROD, ensign of state, by his side.
Returning from thence in the course of his journey,
He ordered the deeds of JONQUIL, the attorney;
And anxious a speedy conclusion to bring,
Set LovE-CHAIN and GOLD-DUST to work on the
ring.
Now April came garnished with smiles, and the
day
Was fixed for the first of luxuriant May.
Along the green garden, in shade or in sun,
All was business and bustle, and frolic and fun;
For, as Flora had granted a full dispensation
To all the gay tribes in her blooming creation,
By which at the festival all might appear,
Who else were on duty but parts of the year;
There was now such a concourse of beauty and
grace,
As had not, since Eden, appeared in one place;
And cards were dispersed with consent of the fair,
To every great family through the parterre.'
There was one city lady, indeed, whom the bride
Did not wish to attend, which was Miss LONDON
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And his lordship declared he would rather not
meet
So doubtful a person as young BITTER-SWEET.
Sir MICHAELMAS DAISY was asked to appear,
But was gone out of town for best part of the year;
And though he was sent for, NARCISSUS declined
Out of pique, and preferred to keep sulking behind;
For, having beheld his fine form in the water,
He thought himself equal to any flower's daughter,
And would not consent to increase a parade,
The hero of which he himself should have made.
Dr. CAMOMILE was to have been of the party,
But was summoned to town to old Alderman
Hearty.
Old ALOE, a worthy respectable don,
Could not go in the clothes thatjust then he had on,
And his tailor was such a slow fellow, he guessed
That it might be a century before he was dressed.'
Excuses were sent, too, from very near all
The ladies residing at Great Green-house Hall,
Who had been so confined, were so chilly and
spare,
It might cost them their lives to be out in the air.
The SENSITIVE PLANT hoped her friend would
excuse her,
It thrilled every nerve in her frame to refuse her,
But she did not believe she had courage to view
The solemn transaction she'd summoned her to.
Widow WAIL had a ticket, but would not attend,
For fear her low spirits should sadden her friend;
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And, too wild to regard either lady or lord,
HONEY-SUCKLE, as usual, was gadding abroad.
Notwithstanding all which, preparations were
made
In the very first style for the splendid parade.
One CLOTH-PLANT, a clothier of settled repute,
Undertook to provide every beau with a suit,
Trimmed with BACHELORS'-BUTTONS, but these, I
presume,
Were rejected, as out of the proper costume.
Miss SATIN-PLOWER, fancy-dress-maker from
town,
Had silks of all colours and patterns sent down;
For which LADIES'-RIBBON could hardly prepare
Her trimmings, so fast as bespoke by the fair.
Two noted perfumers from Shrubbery Lane,
Messrs. MUSK-ROSE and LAVENDER, essenced the
train,
And ere the last twilight of April expired,
The whole blooming band was completely attired.
At length the bright morning, with glittering eye,
Peeped o'er the green earth from the rose-coloured
sky;
And soon as the lark flitted out of her nest,
The bridal assembly was ready and dressed.
Among the most lovely, far lovelier shone
The bride, with an elegance purely her own:
Her tall slender figure green tissue arrayed,
With diamonds strung loose on the shining bro-
cade:
A cap of white velvet, in graceful costume,
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Tipped with gold, from the centre half-negligent
hung,
With strings of white pearl scattered loosely among:
The last (such as fairies are fancied to wear,)
Aurora herself had disposed in her hair.
To meet her and welcome the high omened day,
The bridegroom stepped forth in majestic array-
A rough velvet suit, mingled russet and green,
Around his fine figure, broad flowing was seen;
His front, warm and manly, a diadem graced,
Of regal appearance, resplendent as chaste;
The centre was puckered in velvet of brown,
With golden vandykes, which encircled the crown.
Since nature's first morning, ne'er glittered a pair,
The one so commanding, the other so fair!
Many ladies of fashion had offered to wait
As bridemaids, the honour was reckoned so great;
These famed for their beauty, for fragrancy those,
ANEMONE splendid, or sweet smelling RoSE;
But gentle and free from a tincture of pride,
A sweet country cousin was called by the bride,
Who long in a valley had sheltered unknown,
Or was traced to the shade by her sweetness alone;
She timid appeared in the meekest array,
With pearls of clear dew on an evergreen spray.
Now moved .the procession from dressing-room
bowers,
A brilliant display of illustrious flowers:
Young HEART'S-EASE in purple and gold ran before,
To welcome them in at the great temple door;
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Where old Bishop MONK's-HOOD had taken his
stand,
To weave and to sanction the conjugal band:
The trumpeter SUCKLING, with musical air,
Preceded as herald;-then came the young pair
With little Miss LILY, as bridemaid behind,
Alone her fair head on her bosom reclined.
The old Duke of PEONY, richly arrayed
In coquelicot,' headed the long cavalcade;
Duchess Dowager RosE leading up at his side,
With her daughters, some blooming, some fair as
the bride;
My Lady CARNATION, excessively dashing,
Rouged highly, and new in the Rotterdam fashion,'
Discoursing of rank and of pedigree, came
With a beau of distinction, Van TULIP by name;
Field-officer POPPY, in trim militaire;
An unfortunate youth, HYACINTHUS the fair;
With Major CONVOLVOLUS, fresh from parade,
And his son, though a Minor, in purple cockade;
A pair from the country, affecting no show,
PRETTY BETSY the belle, and SWEET-WILLIAM
the beau,
Succeeded; and next, in the simplest attire,
Miss JESSAMINE pale, and her lover SWEET-BRIER;
AURICULA came, in puce velvet and white.
With her spouse POLYANTHUS, a rich city knight;
1 Coquelicot-the red poppy-here used to describe the
colour of the dress.
2 Rotterdam-the carnation and tulip are especially culti-
vated in Holland-hence the reference to Rotterdam, a tbwn
in that country, and to Van tulip, Van being a Dutch title
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Messrs. STOCKS from 'Change Alley,' in crimson
array;
The twin-brother LARKSPURS, two fops of the day;
With light-hearted COLUMBINE, playing the fool,
And footing away, like a frolic from school;
Then a distant relation, 'twas said, of the bride,
WATER-LILY, a nymph from the rivulet's side,
And last, hand-in-hand, at the end of the train,
VIOLETTA and DAISY, from Hazel-nut lane.
MEZEREON had fully designed to be there,
But was only half dressed, and obliged to forbear ;2
And the EVENING PRIMROSB was pale with cha-
grin
That her cap did not come till the day had closed in.
So each remained pouting behind in the shade,
As winding along moved the brilliant parade.
At length the fair temple appeared to their view,
All blushing with beauty and spangled with dew:
Tall hollyhock pillars encircled it round,
With tendrils of pea and sweet eglantine3 bound;
The roof was a trellis4 of myrtle and vine,
Which knots and festoons of nasturtium combine:
Surmounting each pillar, the cornice displayed
The midsummer star-wort, relieving the shade;

1 'Change Alley for Exchange Alley, a passage near
where the old Royal Exchange stood, much frequented by
dealers in Stock, as money is sometimes called.
The flowers of the mezereon appear on the naked stem,
before the leaves are unfolded.
3 Eglantine-the sweet-brier.
Trellis-a lattice, or frame of cros-barred work of
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And, wreathed into loops of the tenderest green,
Antirrhinum waved loose to the zephyrs between.
The passion-flower fond to the portico clung,
And guelder-rose glittered the foliage among;
A mossy mosaic' the pavement displayed,
With tufts of hepatica richly inlaid;
And high in the centre an altar was reared,
Which wreathen with net-work of flowers ap-
peared:
Where sunbeams, by dews in the trellis condensed,
From herbs aromatic sweet odours dispensed:
Above were suspended the merry blue-bells,
Holy rites to enliven with musical swells.
And now the train enters, the altar burns bright,
Fresh fragrance escapes from the centrical light;
Before the green shrine, the young couple await
Each form ceremonious ordained by the state;
And mystical vows understood but by flowers,
Which elude observation of senses like ours.
'Twas only perceived that the Bishop profound
Clear dews from his urn sprinkled thrice on the
ground;
And Zephyr, or some such invisible thing,
Thrice fluttered the air with his butterfly wing.
At length the rites closed in a grand benediction,
And merriment burst without any restriction.
Now blushed in the banquet along the parterre,
Each dainty that nature or art could prepare:-
1 Mosaic-an imitation of a painting, made with pebbles,
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DAMASK ROSE on the lawn had a table-cloth spread,
The FLESH PLANT provided the dish at the head,
And CORNBOTTLE furnished the table with bread.
Housewife BUTTERCUP sent a supply from her
Churn;
The SNOWDROP iced dews in a white CROCUs urn;
And CANDY TUFT, skilled in the art of preserving,
A splendid dessert had the honour of serving.
RoSE BURGUNDY, vintner, the goblet supplied
With neat' foreign wines, and made2 cowslip be-
side;
CAMPANULA cups, filled with gentle spring rain,
Were served to the ladies who wished for it plain.
And all was so elegant, splendid, and rare,
That I could not name half the fine things that
were there.
When finished, SNAP-DRAGONS produced a good
joke,
And ROCKETS went up to amuse the young folk.
In return for past favours, a band of young bees
Hummed a midsummer tune through the neigh-
bouring trees;
And linnet and lark, as by accident, met
And surprised the young pair with a charming duet.
And now mirth and revelry were at their height,
The little ones crept to the shade in affright;
The ladies had danced in the heat of the sun,
Till their dresses were limp and their spirits outdone;
And Flora, who witnessed the scene with concern,
Beckoned forward to Vesper,3 to empty her urn.
1 Na t-pure. 2 Mide-that is, home-made.
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At once, as by magic, the merriment died,
Not a whisper was heard, not a gambol was tried !
Returned to their stations in border or bed,
Each shut up his eye, or hung graceful her head;
And those who had left foreign mountains and vales,
Rode home in snug parties, on zephyrs and gales;
So that ere the first star wandered out with a beam,
They were all sound asleep, and beginning to
dream!
Ann Taylor.


JOHN BARLEYCORN.

THERE went three kings into the east,
Three kings both great and high;
And they have sworn a solemn oath, .
John Barleycorn shall die.
They took a plough and ploughed him down,
Put clods upon his head;
And they have sworn a solemn oath,
John Barleycorn was dead.
But the cheerful spring came kindly on,
And showers began to fall;
John Barleycorn got up again,
And sore surprised them all.
The sultry suns of summer came,
And he grew thick and strong;
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The sober autumn entered mild,
And he grew wan and pale;
His bending joints and drooping head,
Showed he began to fail.
His colour sickened more and more,
He faded into age;
And then his enemies began,
To show their deadly rage.
They took a weapon long and sharp,
And cut him by the knee;
Then tied him fast upon a cart,
Like a rogue for forgery.
They laid him down upon his back,
And cudgelled him full sore;
They hung him up before the storm,
And turned him o'er and o'er.
They filled up then a darksome pit
With water to the brim;
And heaved in poor John Barleycorn,
To let him sink or swim.
They laid him out upon the floor,
To work him further woe;
And still as signs of life appeared,
They tossed him too and fro.
They wasted o'er a scorching flame
The marrow of his bones;
But the miller used him worst of all,
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And they have taken his very heart's blood,
And drunk it round and round;-
And so farewell, John Barleycorn !
Thy fate thou now hast found.
Burns.

THE LADY-BIRD IN THE HOUSE.
OH lady-bird, lady-bird, why do you roam
So far from your children, so far from your home P
Why do you, who can revel all day in the air,
And the sweets of the grove and the garden can
share,
In the fold of a leaf who can find a green bower,
And a palace enjoy in the tube of a flower,-
Ah why, simple lady-bird, why do you venture
The dwellings of men so familiar' to enter ?
Too soon you may find that your trust is misplaced,
When by some cruel child you are wantonly chased;
And your bright scarlet coat, so bespotted with
black,
Is torn by his barbarous hands from your back:
Ah then you'll regret you were tempted to rove
From the tall climbing hop, or the hazel's thick
grove,
And will fondly remember each arbour and tree,
Where lately you wandered contented and free:-
Then fly, simple lady-bird !-fly away home,
No more from your nest and your children to roam.
Charlotte Smith.
1 Familiar--for familiarly.






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THE LADY-BIRD IN THE FIELDS.
LADY-BIRD lady-bird fly away home,
The field-mouse has gone to her nest;
The daisies have shut up their sleepy red eyes,
And the bees and the birds are at rest.
Lady-bird lady-bird fly away home,
The glow-worm is lighting his lamp;
The dew's falling fast, and your fine speckled wings
Will be wet with the close-clinging damp.
Lady-bird! lady-bird! fly away home,
The fairy-bells tinkle afar;
Make haste, or they'll catch you; and harness you
fast,
With a cobweb to Oberon's1 car.



TO A BEE.
THOU wert out betimes, thou busy, busy bee!
When abroad I took my early way,
Before the cow from her resting-place
Had risen up, and left her trace
On the meadow with dew so grey,
I saw thee, thou busy, busy bee!
Thou wert alive, thou busy, busy bee!
When the crowd in their sleep were dead;
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Thou wert abroad in the freshest hour,
When the sweetest odour comes from the flower;
Man will not learn to leave his bed,
And be wise and copy thee, thou busy, busy bee !
Thou wert working late, thou busy, busy bee!
After the fall of the cistus flower;'
When the evening primrose was ready to burst;
I heard thee last, as I saw thee first;
In the silence of the evening hour,
I heard thee, thou busy, busy bee !
Thou art a miser, thou busy, busy bee I
Late and early at employ;
Still on thy golden stores intent,
Thy summer in heaping and hoarding is spent
What thy winter will never enjoy;
Wise lesson this for me, thou busy, busy bee !
Little dost thou think, thou busy, busy bee !
What is the end of thy toil;
When the latest flowers of the ivy are gone,
And all thy work for the year is done,
Thy master comes for the spoil;-
Woe then for thee, thou busy, busy bee !
Southey.

THE FROST.
THE Frost looked forth, one still clear night,
And whispered, Now I shall be out of sight;
So through the valley and over the height,
In silence ll take my way:
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I will not go on like that blustering train,
The wind and the snow, the hail and the rain,
Who make so much bustle and noise in vain,
But 'll be as busy as they."
Then he flew to the mountain and powdered its
crest;
He lit on the trees, and their boughs he dressed
In diamond beads-and over the breast
Of the quivering lake he spread
A coat of mail, that it need not fear
The downward point of many a spear
That he hung on its margin, far and near,
Where a rock could rear its head.
He went to the windows of those who slept,
And over each pane, like a fairy, crept;
Wherever he breathed, wherever he stept,
By the light of the moon were seen
Most beautiful things :-there were flowers and
trees;
There were bevies of birds and swarms of bees;
There were cities with temples and towers and these
All pictured in silver sheen !'
But he did one thing that was hardly fair;
He peeped in the cupboard, and finding there
That all had forgotten for him to prepare-
Now just to set them a thinking,
I'l bite this basket of fruit," said he,
" This costly pitcher I1l burst in three,
And the glass of water they've left for me
Shall thick !' to tell them I'm drinking."
Miss Gould.
I Shee -brightness, splendour.






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THE LION.
Lion, thou are girt with might!
King by uncontested right;
Strength, and majesty, and pride,
Are in thee personified!
Slavish doubt, or timid fear,
Never came thy spirit near;
What it is to fly, or bow
To a mightier than thou,
Never has been known to thee,
Creature, terrible and free !
Power the mightiest gave the Lion
Sinews like the bands of iron;
Gave him force which never failed;
Gave a heart that never quailed.'
Triple-mail6d' coat of steel,
Plates of brass from head to heel,
Less defensive were' in wearing,
Than the Lion's heart of daring;
Nor could towers of strength impart
Trust like that which keeps his heart.
When he sends his roaring forth,
Silence falls upon the earth;
For the creatures, great and small,
Know his terror-breathing call;
And, as if by death pursued,
Leave to him a solitude.
SQuailed-sunk into dejection.
Maid-covered with armour. This word must be'here
pronouncedd, in two syllables, for the sake of the vere.
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Lion, thou art made to dwell
In hot lands, intractable,
And thyself, the sun, the sand,
Are a tyrannous triple band ; -
Lion-king and desert throne,
All the region is your own !
Mary Howitt.


THE BEGGAR MAN.
AROUND the fire, one wintry night,
The farmer's rosy children sat;
The faggot lent its blazing light;
And jokes went round and careless chat.
When, hark a gentle hand they hear,
Low tapping at the bolted door;
And, thus to gain their willing ear,
A feeble voice was heard to implore :-
" Cold blows the blast across the moor;
The sleet drives hissing in the wind;
Yon toilsome mountain lies before;
A dreary, treeless waste behind.
" My eyes are weak and dim with age;
No road, no path, can I descry;
And these poor rags ill stand the rage
Of such a keen, inclement sky.
"So faint I am, these tottering feet
No more my feeble frame can bear;
Tyrannous triple band-a -threefold band of tyrant&-
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My sinking heart forgets to beat,
And drifting snows my tomb prepare.
"Open your hospitable door,
And shield me from the biting blast;
Cold, cold it blows across the moor,
The weary moor that I have past !"
With hasty steps the farmer ran,
And close beside the fire they place
The poor half-frozen beggar man,
With shaking limbs and pallid face.
The little children flocking came,
And warmed his stiffening hands in theirs;
And busily the good old dame
A comfortable mess prepares.
Their kindness cheered his drooping soul;
And slowly down his wrinkled cheek
The big round tear was seen to roll,
And told the thanks he could not speak.
The children, too, began to sigh,
And all their merry chat was o'er;
And yet they felt, they knew not why,
More glad than they had done before.
Aikin.

THE WORM;
OR, THE DUTY OF HUMANITY.
TURN, turn thy hasty foot aside,
Nor crush that helpless worm !
The frame thy wayward looks deride,
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The common Lord of all that move,
From whom thy being flowed,
A portion of His boundless love
On that poor worm bestowed.
The sun, the moon, the stars, he made
For all his creatures free;
And spread o'er earth the grassy blade,
For worms as well as thee.
Let them enjoy their little day,
Their humble bliss receive:
Oh! do not lightly take away
The life thou canst not give.
Gisborme.


THE YOUTHFUL KING.
SUGGESTED BY A PICTURE OF EDWARD VI. IN
HIS ROYAL ROBES.
MONARCH, pictured here in state,
Better honours far were thine
Than the grandeur of the great,
Than the jewels of the mine.
Born to govern and command,
Thou wast easy of control;
With a sceptre in thy hand,
There was meekness in thy soul.
Of thy haughty father's frown
Little on thy brow we trace,
And that little softened down
By simplicity and grace.





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Child in age and child in heart,
Gold, and gems, and bright array,
Could not joy or pride impart;
Thou hadst treasures more than they;-
More than courtiers kneeling low;
More than flattery's ready smile;
More than conquest o'er the foe;
More, even more, than England's isle:-
Treasures in which mind hath part;
Joys that teach the soul to rise;
Hopes that can sustain the heart
When the body droops and dies.
Therefore, star, thou art not shaded
By the darkness of the tomb !
Royal rose thou art not faded,
In heaven, we trust, thou still dost bloom.
Miss Jewsbury.


THE KITTENS AND THE VIPER.
CLOSE by the threshold of a door nailed fast
Three kittens sat; each kitten looked aghast;
I, passing swift and inattentive by,
At the three kittens cast a careless eye;
Little concerned to know what they did there;
Not deeming kittens worth a poet's care.
But presently a loud and furious hiss
Caused me to stop, and to exclaim," What's this ?'
When lo! with head erect and fiery eye,
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Forth from his head his forked tongue he throws,
Darting it full against a kitten's nose !
Who, never having seen in field or house
The like, sat still and silent as a mouse;
Only projecting, with attention due,
Herwhiskeredface,she askedhim, "Who are you?"
On to the hall went I, with pace not slow
But swift as lightning, for a long Dutch hoe;
With which, well armed, I hastened to the spot
To find the viper;-but I found him not;
And turning up the leaves and shrubs around,
Found only-that he was not to be found.
But still the kittens sitting as before,
Were watching close the bottom of the door.
" I hope," said I, the villian I would kill
Has slipped between the door and the door-sill;
And if I make despatch, and follow hard
No doubt but I shall find him in the yard."
(For long ere now it should have been rehearsed,
'Twas in the garden that I found him first.)
Ev'n there I found him, there the full-grown cat
His head, with velvet paw, did gently pat;
As curious as the kittens erst had been
To learn what this phenomenon' might mean.
Filled with heroic ardour at the sight,
And fearing every moment he would bite,
And rob our household of the only cat
That was of age to combat with a rat,
With outstretched hoe I slew him at the door,
And taught him NEVER TO COMa THERE NO MORE!
Cowper.
I Erst-before, formerly. Phenomenon-an appearance,
a remarkable appearance-the plural is phenomena.





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THE BIRD CAUGHT AT SEA.
PRETTY little feathered fellow,
Why so far from home dost rove ?
What misfortune brought thee hither
From the green, embowering grove'
Let thy throbbing heart be still;
Here secure from danger rest thee;
No one here shall use thee ill,
Here no cruel boy molest thee.
Barley-corns and crumbs of bread,
Crystal' water, too, shall cheer thee;
On soft sails recline thy head,
Sleep, and fear no danger near thee:
And when kindly winds shall speed us
To the land we wish to see,
Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us,-
Then amidst the groves be free.
A. Hil.

THE THRUSH.
How void of care .yon merry thrush,
That sings melodious in the bush,
That has no stores of wealth to keep,
No lands to plough, no corn to reap!
He never frets for worthless things,
But lives in peace, and sweetly sings;
Enjoys the present with his mate
Unmindful of to-morrow's fate.
Crystal-a transparmt mineral-crystal water--ter as
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Of true felicity possessed,
He glides through life supremely blest;
And for his daily meal relies
On Him whose love the world supplies.
Rejoiced he finds his morning fare,
His dinner lies-he knows not where;
Still to the unfailing hand he chants
His grateful song, and never wants.
Williams.

THE LULLABY.
SLEEP, my child, my darling child, my lovely child,
sleep:
The sun sleepeth upon the green fields;
The moon sleepeth upon the blue waves;
The morning sleepeth upon a bed of roses;
The evening sleepeth on the tops of the dark
hills;
The winds sleep in the hollow of the rocks;
The stars sleep upon a pillow of clouds:-
Sleep, my child, my darling child, my lovely child,
sleep.
The mist sleepeth in the bosom of the valley,
And the broad lake under the shadow of the trees;
The flowers sleep while the night dew falls,
And the wild bird sleeps upon the mountain :-
Sleep in quiet, sleep in joy, my darling,
May thy sleep never be the sleep of sorrow !
Sleep, my child, my darling child, my lovely child,
sleep.






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A SNAKE IN THE GRASS:
A TALE FOUNDED ON FACTS.
SHE had a secret of her own,
That little girl of whom we speak,
O'er which she oft would muse alone,
Till the blush came across her cheek;
A rosy cloud that glowed awhile,
Then melted in a sunny smile.
There was so much to charm the eye,
So much to move delightful thought,
Awake at night she loved to lie,
Darkness to her that image brought;
She murmured of it in her dreams,
Like the low sound of gurgling streams
What secret thus the soul possessed
Of one so young and innocent P
Oh! nothing but a robin's nest,
O'er which in ecstacy she bent;-
That treasure she herself had found,
With five brown eggs, upon the ground.
When first it flashed upon her sight,
Bolt flew the dam above her head;
She stooped, and almost shrieked with fright;
But spying soon that little bed,
With feathers, moss, and horse-hairs twined,
Rapture and wonder filled her mind.
Breathless and beautiful she stood,
Her ringlets o'er her bosom fell,
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While through the shade, her pale, fine face
Shone like a star amidst the place.
She stood so silent, stayed so long,
The parent birds forgot their fear,
Cock-robin trolled his small sweet song,
In notes like dew-drops, trembling, clear;
From spray to spray the shyer hen
Dropped softly on her nest again.
There Lucy marked her slender.bill
On this side, and on that her tail
Peered o'er the edge-while, fixed and still,
Two bright black eyes her own assail,
Which in eye-language seemed to say,
SPeep, pretty maiden, then away!"
Away, away, at length she crept,
So pleased, she knew not how she trode,
Yet light on tottering tip-toe stept,
As if birds' eggs strewed all the road:
With folded arms and lips comprest,
To keep her joy within her breast.
Morn, noon, and eve, from day to day,
By stealth she visited that spot:
Alike her lessons and her play,
Were slightly conned, or half forgot;
And when the callow young were hatched,
With infant fondness Lucy watched:-
Watched the kind parents dealing food
To clamorous suppliants all agape;
Watched the small, naked, unformed brood
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Till feathers clad the fluttering things,
And the whole group seemed bills and wings.
Unconsciously within her breast,
Where many a brooding fancy lay,
She planned to bear the tiny nest
And chirping choristers away,
In stately cage to tune their throats,
And learn untaught their mother-notes.
One morn, when fairly fledged for flight,
Blithe Lucy, on her visit, found
What seemed a necklace, glittering bright,
Twined round the nest, twined round and round,
With emeralds, pearls, and saphires set,
Rich as my lady's coronet.
She stretched her hand to seize the prize,
When up a serpent popped its head,
But glid like wild-fire from her eyes,
Hissing and rustling as it fled;
She uttered one short, thrilling scream,
Then stood, as startled from a dream.
Her brother Tom who long had known
That something drew her feet that way,
Curious to catch her there alone,
Had followed her that fine May-day;
Lucy, bewildered by her trance,
Came to herself*at his first glance.
Then in her eyes sprang welcome tears,
They fell as showers in April fall;
He kissed her, coaxed her, soothed her fears
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Tom was a bold adventurous boy,
And heard the dreadful tale with joy.
For he had learnt-in some far land,
How children catch the sleeping snake;
Eager himself to try his hand,
He cut a hazel from the brake,
And like a hero set to work,
To make a stout, long-handled fork.
Brother and sister then withdrew,
Leaving the nestlings safely there;
Between their heads the mother flew,
Prompt to resume her nursery care;
But Tom, whose breast foi glory burned,
In less than half an hour returned.
With him came Ned, as cool and sly
As Tom was resolute and stout,
So, fair and softly, they drew nigh,
Cowering' and keeping sharp look-out
Till they had reached the copse, to see
But not alarm the enemy.
Guess with what transport they described
How, as before, the serpent lay
Coiled round the nest, in slumbering pride;
The urchins chuckled o'er their prey,
And Tom's right hand was lifted soon,
Like Greenland whaler's with harpoon.2
Across its neck the fork he brought,
And pinned it fast upon the ground;
Cowering-sinking by bending the knees.
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The reptile woke, and quick as thought,
Curled round the stick, curled round and round,
While head and tail Ned's nimble hands
Tied at each end with packthread bands.
Scarce was the enemy secured,
When Lucy timidly drew near,
But, by their shouting well assured,
Eyed the green reptile without fear;
The lads, stark wild with victory, flung
Their caps aloft-they danced, they sung.
But Lucy with an anxious look
Turned to her own dear nest, when lo!
To legs and wings the young ones took,
Hopping and tumbling to and fro;
The parents chattering from above,
With all the earnestness of love.
Alighting now among their train,
They pecked them on new feats to try,
But many a lesson seemed in vain
Before the giddy things would fly.
Lucy both laughed and cried to see
How ill they played at liberty.
I need not tell the snake's sad doom,
You may be sure he lived not long;
Corked in a bottle, for a tomb,
Preserved in spirits and in song,
His skin in Tom's museum shines,
You read his story in these lines.
Montgomery.





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THE MOUSE'S PETITION:
FOUND IN THE TRAP, WHERE HE HAD BEEN
CONFINED ALL NIGHT.
OH, hear a pensive prisoner's prayer,
For liberty that sighs;
And never let thy heart be shut
Against the wretch's cries!
For here folorn and sad I sit
Within this wiry grate;
And tremble at the approaching morn,
Which brings impending fate.
If e'er thy breast with freedom glowed,
And spurned a tyrant's chain,
Let not thy strong, oppressive force
A free-born mouse detain.
Oh! do not stain with guiltless blood
Thy hospitable hearth;
Nor triumph that thy wiles' betrayed
A prize so little worth!
The scattered gleanings of a feast
My frugal meals supply:
But, if thine unrelenting heart
That slender boon deny,-
The cheerful light, the vital air,
Are blessings widely given;
Let nature's commoners2 enjoy
The common gifts of heaven.

I Wiles-snares. Nature's commoners-those
wno have a common right in nature's gifts.






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The well-taught philosophic mind
To all compassion gives,
Casts round the world an equal' eye,
And feels for all that lives.
Barbauld.

THE PRISONER, TO A ROBIN
WHO CAME TO HIS WINDOW.
WELCOME! welcome! little stranger,
Welcome to my lone retreat!
Here secure from every danger,
Hop about, and chirp, and eat:-
Robin how I envy thee,
Happy child of liberty !
Hunger never shall distress thee,
While my meals one crumb afford,
Colds and cramps shall ne'er oppress thee,
Come and share my humble board:
Robin, come and live with me,
Live, yet still at liberty.
Soon shall spring with smiles and blushes,
Steal upon the blooming year;
Then amid the verdant bushes,
Thy sweet song shall warble clear,-
Then shall I too, joined with thee,
Taste the sweets of liberty.
Should some rough, unfeeling Dobbin,2
In this iron-hearted age,
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Seize thee on thy nest, my Robin,
And confine thee in a cage;
Then, poor Robin, think of me,
Think-and sigh for liberty.
Liberty! thou brightest treasure
In the crown of earthly joys,
Source of gladness, soul of pleasure.
All delights besides are toys:
None but prisoners like me
Know the worth of liberty.
Montgomery.

LOVING AND LIKING.
ADDRESSED TO A CHILD.
SAY not you love a roasted fowl,
But you may love a screaming owl,
And, if you can, the unwieldy toad
That crawls from his secure abode,
Within the grassy garden wall,
When evening dews begin to fall.
Oh! mark the beauty of his eye,
What wonders in that circle lie! *
So clear, so bright, our fathers said
He wears a jewel in his head!
And when, upon some showery day,
Into a path or public way,
A frog leaps out from bordering grass
Startling the timid as they pass,
Do you observe him, and endeavour
To take the intruder into favour;
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And you may love the strawberry flower,
And love the strawberry in its bower:
But when the fruit, so often praised
For beauty, to your lip is raised,
Say not you love the delicate treat,
But like it, enjoy it, and thankfully eat.
Miss Wordsworth.



THE SWALLOW.

SWALLOW that on rapid wing
Sweep'st along in sportive ring,
Now here, now there, now low, now high,
Chasing keen the painted fly;-
Could I skim away with thee
Over land and over sea,
What streams would flow, what cities rise,
What landscapes dance before mine eyes!
First from England's southern shore
'Cross the Channel we would soar,
And our venturous course advance
To the plains of sprightly France;
Sport among the feathered choir
On the verdant banks of Loire;
Skim Garonne's majestic tide,
Where Bourdeaux adorns his side;
Cross the towering Pyrenees,
'Mid myrtle groves and orange trees;
Enter then the wild domain
Where wolves prowl round the flocks of Spain,
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Where silk-worms spin, and olives grow,
And mules plod surely on and slow.
Steering thus for many a day
Far to south our course away,
From Gibraltar's rocky steep
Dashing o'er the foaming deep,
On sultry Afric's fruitful shore
We'd rest at length, our journey o'er,
Till vernal gales should gently play
To waft us on our homeward way.
Aikin.


OLD CHRISTMAS.
Now he who knows old Christmas
He knows a care of worth;
For he is as good a fellow,
As any upon the earth!
He comes warm cloaked and coated,
And buttoned up to the chin;
And soon as he comes a-nigh the door,
'Twill open and let him in.
We know that he will not fail us,
So we sweep the hearth up clean;
We set him in the old arm chair,
And a cushion whereon to lean.
And with sprigs of holly and ivy
We make the house look gay;
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Just out of an old regard to him,-
For it was his ancient way.
He comes with a cordial voice,
That does one good to bear;
He shakes one heartily by the hand,
As he hath done many a year.
And after the little children
He asks in a cheerful tone,
'ack, Kate, and little Annie,-
He remembers them every one!
What a fine old fellow he is!
With his faculties all as clear,
And his heart as warm and light,
As a man in his fortieth year I
What a fine old fellow, in troth,1
Not one of your griping elves,'
Who, with plenty of money to spare,
Think only about themselves.
Not he! for he loveth the children,
And holiday begs for all;
And comes rith his pockets full of gifts,
For the great ones and the small!
And he tells us witty old stories;
And singeth with might and main;
And we talk of the old man's visit
Till the day that he comes a n H .!

Troth-Truth. ry Howtt.
'Elwv-plural of elf, which properly means a fairy or
spirit; sometimes, as here, an unnatural kind of being, one
different from men in generaL





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TO A HEDGE SPARROW.

LITTLE flutterer! swiftly flying,
Here is none to harm thee near;
Kite, nor hawk, nor schoolboy prying;-
Little flutterer! cease to fear.
One who would protect thee ever
From the schoolboy, kite, and hawk,
Musing, now obtrudes, but never
Dreamt of plunder in his walk.
He no weasel, stealing slily,
Would permit thy eggs to take;
Nor the polecat, nor the wily
Adder, nor the speckled snake.
May no cuckoo, wandering near thee,
Lay her egg within thy nest;
Nor thy young ones, born to cheer thee,
Be destroyed by such a guest!
Little flutterer! swiftly flying,
Here is none to harm thee near;
Kite, nor hawk, nor schoolboy prying;-
Little flutterer cease to fear.

i The cuckoo usually deposits her egg in the nest of the
hedge-sparrow, who hatches it, and tends the young one as
her own-a service which it repays by speedily turning out
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THE MOSS-ROSE.
FROM THE GERMAN OF KRUMMACHER.
THE Angel of the flowers, one day,
Beneath a rose-tree sleeping lay;
That spirit to whose charge 'tis given
To bathe young buds in dews of heaven;-
Awaking from his light repose,
The Angel whispered to the rose:
" fondest object of my care,
Still fairest found, where all are fair;
For the sweet shade thou givest to me,
Ask what thou wilt, 'tis granted thee!"
"Then," said the rose, with deepened glow,
" On me another grace bestow:"
The spirit paused in silent thought,-
What grace was there that flower had not?
'Twas but a moment-o'er the rose
A veil of moss the Angel throws,
And, robed in nature's simplest weed,
Could there a flower that rose exceed P


SUMMER EVENING AT THE FARM.
DowN the deep and miry lane,
Creaking comes the empty wain;
And driver on the shaft-horse sits,
Whistling now and then by fits;
And oft, with his accustomed call.
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The barn is still, the master's gone
The thresher puts his jacket on,
While Dick upon the ladder tall,
Nails the dead kite to the wall.
Here comes shepherd Jack at last,
He has penned the sheep-cote fast;
For 'twas but two nights before,
A lamb was eaten on the moor:
His empty wallet Rover carries,
Nor for Jack, when near home, tarries;
With lolling tongue he runs to try
If the horse-trough be not dry.
The milk is settled in the pans,
And supper messes in the cans
In the hovel carts are wheeled,
And both the colts are driven a-field
The snare for Mister Fox is set,
The leaven laid, the thatching wet,
And Bess is slunk away to talk
With Roger, in the holly-walk.
Kirke White.

MORNING OR EVENING HYMN.
GREAT God! how endless is thy love!
Thy gifts are every evening new,
And morning mercies from above
Gently distil, like early dew.
Thou spread'st the curtains of the night,
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Thy sovereign word restores the light,
And quickens all my drowsy powers.
I yield my powers to thy command,
To thee I consecrate my days;
Perpetual blessings from thy hand
Demand perpetual songs of praise.
Watts.

THE NIGHTINGALE AND GLOW-WORM.
A NIGHTINGALE, that all day long
Had cheered the village with his song,
Nor yet at eve his note suspended,
Nor yet when eventide was ended,
Began to feel,-as well he might,-
The keen demands of appetite;
When, looking eagerly around,
He spied, far off, upon the ground,
A something shining in the dark,
And knew the glow-worm by his spark,
So, stooping down from hawthorn top,
He thought to put him in his crop.
The worm, aware of his intent,
Harangued him thus, quite eloquent-
Did you admire my lamp," quoth he,
"As much as I your minstrelsy,
You would abhor to do me wrong,
As much as I to spoil your song;
For 'twas the self-same power divine
Taught you to sing, and me to shine;
That you with music, I with light,
Might beautify and cheer the night."






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The songster heard his short oration,
And, warbling out his approbation,
Released him as my story tells,
And found a supper somewhere else,
Corper
MORAL.'
From this short fable, youth may learn
Their real interest to discern;
That brother should not strive with brother,
And worry and oppress each other,
But, joined in unity and peace,
Their mutual happiness increase:
Well pleased another's faults to hide,
And in his virtues feel a pride.

WE ARE SEVEN,
O0, A CHILD'S NOTION OP DBATH.
A simple child
That lightly draws its breath,
And feels its life in every limb,
What should it know of death P
I met a little cottage girl,
She was eight years old, she said;
Her har was thick with many a curl
That clustered round her head.
She had a rustic, woodland air,
And she was wildly clad:
Her eyes were fair, and very fair,
-Her beauty made me glad.
I The mol here given ih I an unknown bud






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Sisters and brothers, little maid,
How many may you be ? "
How many ? Seven in all," she said,
And, wondering, looked at me.
"And where are they. I pray you tell."
She answered, Seven are we;
And two of us at Conway' dwell,
And two are gone to sea.
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
My sister and my brother;
And in the church-yard cottage, I
Dwell near them with my mother."
You say that two at Conway dwell,
And two are gone to sea;
Yet you are seven !-I pray you tell,
Sweet maid, how this may be."
Then did the little maid reply,
Seven boys and girls are we;
Two of us in the church-yard lie,
Beneath the church-yard tree.
You run about, my little maid,
Your limbs they are alive;
If two are in the church-yard laid,
Then you are only five."
"Their graves are green, they may be seen,"
The little maid replied,
Twelve steps or more from my mother's door,
And they are side by side.
Conway-or more properly, Conwy, a town in North
Wales,dtuated near the mouth of the river Conwy.
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"My stockings there I often knit,
My kerchief there I hem;
And there upon the ground I sit-
I sit and sing to them.
"And, often after sunset, Sir,
When it is light and fair,
I take my little porringer,
And eat my supper there.
"The first that died was little Jane,
*In bed she moaning lay,
Till God released her of her pain,
And then she went away.
"So in the church-yard she was laid;
And all the summer dry,
Together round her grave we played,
My brother John and I.
" And when the ground was white with sncw,
And I could run and slide,
My brother John was forced to go,
And he lies by her side."
"How many are you then," said I
If they two are in heaven P "
The little maiden did reply,
"O master twe are seven."
But they are dead; those two are dead;
Their spirits are in heaven !"
'Twas throwing words away; for still
The little maid would have her will,
And said, Nay, we are seven."
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THE MILKMAID.

A MILKMAID, who poised a full pail on her head,
Thus mused on her prospects in life, it is said:
" Let me see-I should think that this milk will
procure
One hundred good eggs, or fourscore, to be sure.

" Well then--stop-a-bit-it must not be forgotten,
Some of these may be broken, and some may be
rotten ;
But if twenty for accident should be detached,
It will leave me just sixty sound eggs to be
hatched.

"Well, sixty sound eggs-no, sound chickens, I
mean:
Of these some may die-we'll suppose seventeen,
Seventeen not so many-say ten at the most,
Which will leave fifty chickens to boil or to roast.

"But then, there's their barley, how much will
they need ?
Why they take but one grain at a time when they
feed-
So that's a mere trifle; now then, let us see,
At a fair market price how much money there'll
be.

fSix shillings a pair-five-four-three-and-six,
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Now what will that make ? fifty chickens, I said-
Fifty times three-and-sixpence-I'll ask brother
Ned.
"0 but stop-three-and-sixpence a pair I must
sell 'em;
Well, a pair is a couple-now then let us tell 'em;
A couple in fifty will go-(my poor brain !)
Why just a score times, and five pair will remain.
"Twenty-five pair of fowls-now how tiresome it is
That I can't reckon up such money as this !
Well there's no use in trying, so let's give a guess-
I'll say twenty pounds, and it can't be no less.
"Twenty pounds, I am certain, will buy me a cow,
Thirty geese and two turkeys-eight pigs and a
sow;
Now if these turn out well, at the end of the year,
I shall fill both my pockets with guineas, 'tis
clear."
Forgetting her burden, when this she had said,
The maid superciliously' tossed up her head,
When, alas for her prospects her milk-pail
descended,
And so all her schemes for the future were
ended.
This moral, I think, may be safely attached,-
Reckon not on your chickens before they are
hatched."
Jefreys Taylor
t Superciliously- consequentially, contemptuously.






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THE GOLDFINCH STARVED IN HIS
CAGE.
TIME was when I was free as air,
The thistle's downy seed my fare,
My drink the morning dew;
I perched at will on every spray,
My form genteel, my plumage gay,
My strains for ever new.
But gaudy plumage, sprightly strain,
And form genteel, were all in vain,
And of a transient date;'
For, caught, and caged, and starved to death,
In dying sighs my little breath
Soon passed the wiry grate.
Thanks, gentle swain, for all my woes
And thanks for this effectual close
And cure of every ill !
More cruelty could none express,
And I, if you had shown me less,
Had been your prisoner still.
Couw ?r.

THE WIND IN A FROLIC.
THE wind one morning sprang up from sleep,
Saying, Now for a frolic now for a leap !
Now for a mad-cap galloping chase !
I'll make a commotion in every place !"
SOj a transient date-of short duration.
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So it swept with a bustle right through a great
town,
Cracking the signs and scattering down
Shutters; and whisking, with merciless squalls,
Old women's bonnets and gingerbread stalls.
There never was heard a much lustier shout,
As the apples and oranges trundled about;
And the urchins that stand with their thievish eyes
For ever on watch, ran off each with a prize.
Then away to the field it went, blustering and
humming,
And the cattle all wondered whatever was coming;
]t plucked by the tails the grave matronly cows,
And tossed the colts' manes all about their brows;
Till, offended at such an unusual salute,
They all turned their backs, and stood sulky and
mute.
So on it went capering and playing its pranks,
Whistling with reeds on the broad river's banks,
Puffing the birds as they sat on the spray.
Or the traveller grave on the king's highway.
It was not too nice to hustle the bags
Of the beggar, and flutter his dirty rags;
'Twas so bold, that it feared not to play its joke
With the doctor's wig or the gentleman's cloak.
Through the forest it roared, and cried, gaily,
Now,
You sturdy old oaks, I'll make you bow !"
And it made them bow without more ado,
Or it cracked their great branches through and
through.





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Then it rushed like a monster on cottage and farm,
Striking their dwellers with sudden alarm;
And they ran out like bees in a midsummer swarm;
There were dames with their kerchiefs tied over
their caps,
To see if their poultry were free from mishaps;
The turkeys they gobbled, the geese screamed
aloud,
And the hens crept to roost in a terrified crowd;
There was rearing of ladders, and logs laying on,
Where the thatch from the roof threatened soon
to be gone.

But the wind had swept on, and had met in a lane
With a schoolboy, who panted and struggled in'
vain;
For it tossed him and twirled him, then passed,
and he stood
With his hat in a pool and his shoes in the mud.

Then away went the wind in its holiday glee,
And now it was far on the billowy sea,
And the lordly ships felt its staggering blow,
And the little boats darted to and fro.
But lo! it was night, and it sank to rest
On the sea-bird's rock in the gleaming west,
Laughing to think, in its fearful fun,
How little of mischief it had done.
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THE COMPLAINTS OF THE POOR
" AND wherefore do the poor complain ?"
The rich man asked of me;-
" Come walk abroad with me," I said.
And I will answer thee."
'Twas evening, and the frozen streets
Were cheerless to behold;
And we were wrapped and coated well,
And yet we were a-cold.
We met an old, bare-headed man,
His locks were few and white;
I asked him what he did abroad
In that cold winter's night.
'Twas bitter keen, indeed, he said,
But at home no fire had he,
And therefore he had come abroad
To ask for charity.
We met a young barefooted child,
And she begged loud and bold;
1 asked her what she did abroad
When the wind it blew so cold.
She said her father was at home,
And he lay sick in bed;
And therefore was it she was sent
Abroad to beg for bread.
We saw a woman sitting down
Upon a stone to rest;
She had a baby at her back
And another at her breast.






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I asked her why she loitered there.
When the night-wind was so chill;
She turned her head, and bade the child
That screamed behind, be still.
She told us that her husband served,
A soldier, far away;
And therefore to her parish she
Was begging back her way.
I turned me to the rich man then,
For silently stood he;-
SYou asked me why the poor complain,
And these have answered thee !"
Southey.


CHILDHOOD'S SPORTS.
'NEATH yonder elm, that stands upon the moor,
When the clock spoke the hour of labour o'er,
What clamorous throngs, what happy groups were
seen,
In various postures scattering o'er the green!
Some shoot the marble, others join the chase
Of self-made stag, or run the emulous race;
While others, seated on the dappledI grass,
With doleful tales the light-winged minutes pass.
Well I remember how, with gesture starched,
A band of soldiers, oft with pride we marched;
For banners, to a tall ash we did bind
Our kerchiefs, flapping to the whistling wind;
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And for our warlike arms we sought the mead,
And guns and spears we made of brittle reed:
Then, in uncouth array, our feats to crown,
We stormed some ruined pig-stye for a town.
Kirke White.



THE HARE AND THE TORTOISE.

A FORWARD hare, of swiftness vain,
The genius of the neighboring plain,
Would oft deride the drudging crowd;-
For geniuses are ever proud.
He'd boast his flight 'twere vain to follow,
For dog and horse he'd beat them hollow;-
Nay, if he put forth all his strength,
Outstrip his brethren half a length.
A tortoise heard his vain oration,
And vented thus his indignation:
" 0 puss! it bodes thee dire disgrace
When I defy thee to the race.
Come, 'tis a match; nay, no denial,
I lay my shell upon the trial."
'Twas done' and 'done,' 'all fair,' a bet,'l
Judges prepared, and distance set.
The scampering hare outstripped the wind;
The creeping tortoise lagged behind,
And scarce had passed a single pole
When puss had almost reached the goal.2
I Done, &c.--terms used on the race-course,
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Friend tortoise," quoth the jeering hare,
"Your burden's more than you can bear;
To help your speed it were as well
That I should ease you of your shell;
Jog on a little faster, prithee:'
I1l take a nap and then be with thee."
The tortoise heard his taunting jeer,
But still resolved to persevere;
On to the goal securely crept,
While puss, unknowing, soundly slept.
The bets were won, the hare awoke,
When thus the victor tortoise spoke:
"Puss, though I own thy quicker parts,
Things are not always done by starts:
You may deride my awkward pace;
But slow and steady wins the race !"
Lloyd.


A CHARADE.
PRONOUNCED as one letter, and written with three,
Two letters there are and two only in me;
I'm double, I'm single, I'm black, blue, and grey,
I am read from both ends, and the same either
way.
I am restless and wandering, steady and fixed,
And you know not one hour what I may be the
next,
I melt and I kindle, beseech and defy,
I am watery and moist, I am fiery and dry.
1 Prithee-I pray thee.






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I am scornful and scowling, compassionate, meek,
I am light, I am dark, I am strong, I am weak.
I'm piercing and clear, I am heavy and dull,
Expressive and languid, contracted and full.
I'm a globe and a mirror, a window, a door,
An index, an organ, and fifty things more.
1 belong to all animals under the sun,
And to those which were long understood to have
none.
By some I am said to exist in the mind,
And am found in potatoes, and needles, and wind
Three jackets I own, of glass, water, and horn,
And I wore them all three on the day 1 was born.
I am covered quite snug, have a lid and a fringe,
Yet I move every way on invisible hinge.
A pupil I have, a most whimsical wight,
Who is little by day, and grows big in the night,
Whom I cherish with care as a part of myself;
For in truth I depend on this delicate elf,
Who collects all my food, and with wonderful
knack
Throws it into a net, which I keep at my back;
And though heels over head it arrives, in a trice
It is sent up to table all proper and nice.
I am spoken of sometimes, as if I were glass,
But then it is false, and the trick will not pass.
A blow makes me run though I have not a limb;
Though I neither have fins, nor a bladder, I swim.
Like many more couples, my partner and I
At times will look cross at each other, and shy;
Yet still though we differ in what we're about,
One will do all the work when the other is out.






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I am least apt to cry, as they always remark,
When trimmed with good lashes, or kept in the
dark.
Should I fret and be heated, they put me to bed,
And leave me to cool upon water and bread.
But if hardened I grow they make use of the
knife,
Lest an obstinate humour endanger my life;
Or you may, though the treatment appears to be
rough,
Run a spit through my side, and with safety
enough.
Like boys who are fond of their fruit and their
play,
I am seen with my ball and my apple all day.
My belt is a rainbow, I reel and I dance;
I am said to retire, though I never advance.
I am read by physicians, as one of their books,
And am used by the ladies to fasten their hooks.
My language is plain though it cannot be heard,
And I speak without ever pronouncing a word.
Some call me a diamond, some say I am jet;
Others talk of my water, or how I am set.
I'm a borough in England, in Scotland a stream,
And an isle of the sea in the Irishman's dream.
The earth without me would no loveliness wear,
And sun, moon, and stars at my wish disap-
pear;
Yet so frail is my tenure, so brittle my joy,
That a speck gives me pain, and a drop can de-
stroy.




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