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omes about our doors swinds are sobbing? ter of Norway boors ? omas in Finland, sia far inland ? y some name or other ow thee call their brother, hildren and men ? am open his eyes, nt beneath the skies, se them again.
new but his friend,
Robin, that thou couldst
il creature, • nature?
mer sky lower let him fly; ishes to do. i of our indoor sadness, of our summer gladness: ren, that ye should be - sunny weather, the air together! igs in crimson are drest, xht as thine own: e happy in thy nest, om man loves best, ive him alone!
AND THE FALLING LEAVES.
my infant, lo! by show ! 1 the wall, ped leaves that fall, one--two-and threeder-tree! m and frosty air bright and fair,
Lost," book xi., where Adam the ominous sign of the eagle Js of gayest plume," and the id pursued by their enemy.
* Her voice was blithe, her heart was light; / The bird that comes about our doors The Broom right have pursued
When autumn winds are sobbing ? Her speech, until the stars of night Art thou the Peter of Norway boors ? Their journey had renewed:
Their Thomas in Finland, But in the branches of the Oak
And Russia far inland ? Two ravens now began to croak
The bird, who by some name or other Their nuptial song, a gladsome air; All men who know thee call their brother, And to her own green bower the breeze The darling of children and men ? That instant brought two stripling bees Could father Adam open his eyes.* To rest, or murmur there.
And see this sight beneath the skies,
He'd wish to close them again. * One night, my children ! from the north There came a furious blast ;
If the butterfly knew but his friend, At break of day I ventured forth,
Hither his flight he would bend;
And find his way to me
In and out, he darts about;
That, after their bewildering,
Did cover with leaves the little children, To live for many a day."
So painfully in the wood ?
pursue SONG FOR THE SPINNING
A beautiful creature,
That is gentle by nature ?
From flower to flower let him fly;
'Tis all that he wishes to do.
The cheerer thou of our indoor sadness, SWIFTLY urn the murmuring wheel! He is the friend of our summer gladness: Night has brought the welcome hour, What hinders, then, that ye should be When the weary fingers feel
Playmates in the sunny weather, Help, as if from faery power;
And fly about in the air together! Dewy night o'ershades the ground; His beautiful wings in crimson are drest, Turn the swift wheel round and round! A crimson as bright as thine own:
If thou wouldst be happy in thy nest,
O pious bird ! whom man loves best,
THE KITTEN AND THE FALLING
That way look, my infant, lo!
What a pretty baby show! Which the kindly wool supplies,
See the kitten on the wall, When the flocks are all at rest
Sporting with the leaves that fall, Sleeping on the mountain's breast. Withered leaves-one--two-and three
From the lofty elder-tree!
Through the calm and frosty air
. See“ Paradise Lost," book xi., where Adam ART thou the bird whom man loves best,
points out to Eve the ominous sign of the eagle The pious bird with the scarlet breast, chasing “two birds of gayest plume," and the Our little English robin ;
gentle hart and hind pursued by their enemy.