Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried, From the heretic girl of my soul shall I fly, To seek somewhere else a more orthodox bliss? No! perish the hearts and the laws that would try Truth, valour, or love, by a standard like this. 5. Mad as Christians used to be About the thirteenth century, There's lots of Christians to be had In this, the nineteenth, just as bad. MOORE. MOORE. 1. BIRDS. Where dwelt the ghostly owl, Shrieking his baleful note, which ever drave Far from their haunt all other cheerful fowl. SPENSER'S Fairy Queen. 2. When he bestrides the lazy-pacing clouds, And sails upon the bosom of the air. 3. Lo! here the gentle lark, weary of rest, SHAKSPEARE. From his moist cabinet mounts up on high, 4. While the cock, with lively din, Scatters the rear of darkness thin, 5. The noisy geese that gabbled in the pool. SHAKSPEARE. MILTON. GOLDSMITH. 88 6. BIRDS. The heron 7. Upon the bank of some small, purling brook, Every songster sings, SOMERVILE. Tops the high bough, and clasps his glist'ning wings. 8. I saw the expectant raven fly, Who scarce could wait till both should die, Ere his repast begun. DR. DWIGHT. BYRON'S Mazeppa. 9. But his flaming eye dims not, his wing is unbow'd; Still drinks he the sunshine, still scales he the cloud. W. H. BURLEIGH. 10. And the blue jay flits by, from tree to tree, And, spreading its rich pinions, fills the ear With its shrill sounding and unsteady cry. 11. Lone Whippoorwill; ISAAC M'LELLAN. There is much sweetness in thy fitful hymn, ISAAC M'LELlan. 12. Here look on the geese, as they nibble the grass— How they stretch out their long necks, and hiss as we pass ! 13. The winglets of the fairy humming-bird, 14. The brown vultures of the woods CAMPBELL. W. C. BRYANT. 15. The robin warbled forth his full clear note For hours, and wearied not. 16. Bird of the broad and sweeping wing, Thy home is high in heaven, 17. W. C. BRYANT. Where wide the storms their banners fling, Ofttimes, tho' seldom seen, J. G. PERCIVAL. The cuckoo, that in summer haunts our groves, CARLOS WILCOX. 18. The merry mocking-bird together links, CARLOS WILCOX. 19. Along the surface of the winding stream, 20. The robin to the garden or green yard, Close to the door, repairs to build again Within her wonted tree. CARLOS WILCOX. CARLOS WILCOX. 21. And in mid air the sportive night-hawk, seen Flying awhile at random, uttering oft A cheerful cry, attended with a shake CARLOS WILCOX. 22. The whippoorwill, her name her only song. CARLOS WILCOX. 23. The yellowhammer by the wayside picks CARLOS WILCOX. 24. The flippant blackbird, with light yellow crown, 25. Or some tall flag, and, gently rocking, sits, With sonorous notes Of every tone, mix'd in confusion sweet, CARLOS WILCOX. The forest rings. CARLOS WILCOX. 26. The bird whose pinion courts the sunbeam's fire. CHARLES SPRAGUE. 27. Ever, my son, be thou like the dove; 28. A free, wild spirit unto thee is given, BISHOP DOANE. Bright minstrel of the blue celestial dome! 29. Hark! how with love and flutt'ring start The skylark soars above, Bird of the pure and dewy morn! Floats up where life and light are born, MRS. AMELIA WELBY. BIRTH. (See ANCESTRY). BLACKSMITH - FARMER - PEASANT. 1. Here smokes his forge; he bares his sinewy arm, 2. Oft did the harvest to the sickle yield, GAY'S Trivia. Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke; 3. He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought, 4. His corn and cattle were his only care, And his supreme delight, a country fair. DRYDEN. 5. Princes and lords may flourish, or may fade; DRYDEN. A breath can make them, as a breath hath made; When once destroy'd, can never be supplied. GOLDSMITH'S Deserted Village. 6. From labour health, from health contentment springs; Contentment opes the source of every joy. BEATTIE'S Minstrel. |