Shall I give up the friend I have valued and tried,
If he kneel not before the same altar with me?

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,
And wakes the morning, from whose silver breast
The sun ariseth in his majesty.

4. While the cock, with lively din,

Scatters the rear of darkness thin,
And to the stack or the barn-door
Proudly struts his dames before.

5. The noisy geese that gabbled in the pool.

SHAKSPEARE.

MILTON.

GOLDSMITH.

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6.

BIRDS.

The heron

7.

Upon the bank of some small, purling brook,
Observant stands, to take his scaly prey.

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,
Heard in the drowsy watches of the night.

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 !
And the fierce little bantam, that flies your attack,
Then struts, flaps, and crows, with such airs at your back;
And the turkey-cock, smoothing his plumes in your face,
Then ruffling so proud, as you bound from the place!
W. H. BURLEIGH.

13. The winglets of the fairy humming-bird,
Like atoms of the rainbow flitting round.

14.

The brown vultures of the woods
Flock'd to these vast uncover'd sepulchres,
And sat, unscar'd and silent, at their feast.

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,
And tempest-clouds are driven !

Ofttimes, tho' seldom seen,

J. G. PERCIVAL.

The cuckoo, that in summer haunts our groves,
Is heard to moan, as if at every breath
Panting aloud.

CARLOS WILCOX.

18. The merry mocking-bird together links,
In one continued song, all diff'rent notes,
Adding new life and sweetness to them all.

CARLOS WILCOX.

19. Along the surface of the winding stream,
Pursuing every turn, gay swallows skim,
Or, round the borders of the spacious lawn,
Fly in repeated circles, rising o'er
Hillock and fence, with motion serpentine,
Easy and light.

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
Of level pinions dark, but, when upturn'd
Against the brightness of the western sky,
The white plume shining in the midst of each,
Then far down diving with a hollow sound.

CARLOS WILCOX.

22. The whippoorwill, her name her only song.

CARLOS WILCOX.

23. The yellowhammer by the wayside picks
Mutely the thistle seed: but in her flight
So smoothly serpentine, her wings outspread
To rise a little, clos'd to fall as far.

CARLOS WILCOX.

24. The flippant blackbird, with light yellow crown,
Hangs flutt'ring in the air, and chatters thick
Till her breath fails, when, breaking off, she drops
On the next tree, and on its highest limb,

25.

Or some tall flag, and, gently rocking, sits,
Her strain repeating.

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;
In friendship as faithful, as constant in love.

28. A free, wild spirit unto thee is given,

BISHOP DOANE.

Bright minstrel of the blue celestial dome!
For thou wilt wander to yon upper heaven,
And bathe thy plumage in the sunbeam's home;
And, soaring upward, from thy dizzy height,
On free and fearless wing, be lost to human sight!
MRS. AMELIA WELBY.

29. Hark! how with love and flutt'ring start

The skylark soars above,
And with her full, melodious heart,
She pours her strains of love.

Bird of the pure and dewy morn!
How soft thy heavenward lay

Floats up where life and light are born,
Around the rosy day!

MRS. AMELIA WELBY.

BIRTH. (See ANCESTRY).

BLACKSMITH - FARMER - PEASANT.

1. Here smokes his forge; he bares his sinewy arm,
And early strokes the sounding anvil warm;
Around his shop the steely sparkles flew,
As for the steed he shap'd the bending shoe.

2. Oft did the harvest to the sickle yield,

GAY'S Trivia.

Their harrow oft the stubborn glebe has broke;
How jocund did they drive their team a-field,
How bow'd the woods beneath their sturdy stroke!
GRAY'S Elegy.

3. He trudg'd along, unknowing what he sought,
And whistled as he went, for want of thought.

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;
But a bold peasantry, their country's pride,

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.