...branch Is plumed and tassel' d, till each heather stalk Is delicately fringed. The sycamores, Thro1 all their mystical entanglement Of boughs, are draped...slow fall, With indecisive motion eddying down, The white- winged flakes — calm as the sleep of sound, Dim as a dream. The silver-misted air Shines with...

...good in this respect : — " Softly, with delicate softness — as the light Quickens the nndawncd east — and silently — With definite silence —...flakes, calm as the sleep of sound, Dim as a dream." Here, again, is a careful painting of a winter evening : — " When the shortened day Dejected dies...

...is a living glory in the air, — A glory in the hushed air, in the soul A palpitating wonder hushed in awe. Softly — with delicate softness — as the...silver-misted air Shines with mild radiance, as when through a cloud Of semi-lucent vapor shines the moon. I saw last evening (when the ruddy sun, Enlarged...

...is a living glory in the air, — A glory in the hushed air, in the soul A palpitating wonder hushed in awe. Softly — with delicate softness — as the...silver-misted air Shines with mild radiance, as when through a cloud Of semi-lucent vapor shines the moon. I saw last evening (when the ruddy sun, Enlarged...

...part of the description: " Softly — with delicate softness — as the light Quickens tn the undawnod east ; and silently — With definite silence —...slow fall, With indecisive motion eddying down, The white- winged flakes,— calm as the sleep of sound, Dim as a dream. The silver-misted air Shines with...

...glory in the air — A glory in the hushed air, in the soul A palpitating wonder hushed in awe. . . . Slow fall, slow fall, With indecisive motion eddying...flakes, calm as the sleep of sound, Dim as a dream. . . . Oh ! the inner beauty and the life, The life that is in snow ! The virgin-soft And utter purity...

...is a living glory in the air, — A glory in the hushed air, in the soul A palpitating wonder hushed in awe. Softly — with delicate softness — as the...silver-misted air Shines with mild radiance, as when through a cloud • Of semilucent vapor shines the moon. I saw last evening (when the ruddy sun, Enlarged...

...is a living glory in the air — A glory in the hush'd air, in the soul A palpitating wonder hushed in awe. Softly — with delicate softness — as the...flakes — calm as the sleep of sound, Dim as a dream." This was the picture, drawn by his own hand, that David Gray's; eye gazed at wistfully as he lay dying...