...heart of man in the eloquent language of feeling. An unpretending beauty marks the following lines, " To a Waterfowl." " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way? Might mark thy distant flight to do thfe wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, '' Vainly the...

...: Thy cold clay—we grieve to bear it To its chamber—but we must. CI. TO A WATERFOWL.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Vainly the...

...heart of man in the eloquent language of feeling. An unpretending beauty marks the following lines, " To a Waterfowl." " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of.day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Might mark thy distant flight...

...aquatic birds are frehil son, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maize of river wide, Or where the rocky billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean's side ? There is...

...that it is to one of these birds that Mr. Bryant's beautiful lines, to a water-fowl, are addressed. Whither) 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and...

...frehi» ton, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-XOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thec wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink...

...dew. While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost tliou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Or where the rocking billows rise and gink On the chafed ocean side? .* There is a Power whose care...

...waterfowl, finely allude to this instinct of migration, and to the feelings it ever ought to inspire : — " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? * * * * " There is a Power whose care Teaches thy way along that pathless coast, — The desert and...

...thoii pursue Thy solitary way 'f Vainly tlin fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thec wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and gink On the chafed ocean-side ? There is...

...dost thou puimiu Thy solitary way 'i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thoe wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-side ? There ¡sa...