...WATERFOWL." By William Bryant, an American Poet. " Whither, midst falling dew, . . While glow the heaveus with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong. As, darkly ¡tainted on the crimson skyf Thy figure floate along. Seek'st thon the plash y brink Of weedy lake,...

...for thfc commonest reader. TO A WATERFOWL. W (i 1 1 IIEU, mi.lt falling -lew, While glow the hoavuiK .with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy...thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Slight mark thy distant flignt td do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure...

...While glow the heaveni with the lait steps of day. Far, through their rosy depths, do»t thou ponue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong At, darkly paiuted on the crimson sky Thy figure tinats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy...

...rapidity of the first. How perfectly and inimitably descriptive are the last two of the following lines. " Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along." The extracts we have made give, we think, a tolerablycorrect...

...his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...his eoueh About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. TO A WATERFOWL. WHTTHEB, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the erimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...And tires its echos with unvaried cries. Goldsmith. TO A WATER FOWL.* Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, ' Thy figure floats along. Seeks't thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...

...devote hours to the subject. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last step of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...but knew not what they were. LESSON CXIV. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHEK, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. . Seek'st...where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side ? There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert...