Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . y the pirates sheet ; curses were on the gale ; Rich goods lay on the sand, and murdered men ; Pirate and wrecker kept their revels then. Danas Little Beach-Bird may be indicated as one of his happiestefforts : — Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice ?And with that boding cry oer the waves dost thou fly ?O ! rather, bird, with me through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ;Thy cry is weak and scared, as if thy mates had sharedT
Festival of song: a series of evenings with the poets . y the pirates sheet ; curses were on the gale ; Rich goods lay on the sand, and murdered men ; Pirate and wrecker kept their revels then. Danas Little Beach-Bird may be indicated as one of his happiestefforts : — Thou little bird, thou dweller by the sea, Why takest thou its melancholy voice ?And with that boding cry oer the waves dost thou fly ?O ! rather, bird, with me through the fair land rejoice ! Thy flitting form comes ghostly dim and pale, As driven by a beating storm at sea ;Thy cry is weak and scared, as if thy mates had sharedThe doom of us : thy wail—what does it bring to me ? Pkrcival thus interprets to us Tbt Language of Flowers :- In Eastern lands they talk in flowers. And they tell in a garland their loves and cares ; Each blossom that blooms in their garden bowers,On its leaves a mystic language bears. The Rose is a sign of joy and love— Young blushing love in its earliest dawn ; And the mildness that suits the gentle the Myrtles snowy flower is Innocence shines in the Lilvs bell,Pure as the light in its native heaven ; Fames bright star and glorys swell,In the glossy leaf of the Bay are given. The silent, soft, and humble heart. In the Violets hidden sweetness breathes ; And the tender soul that cannot part,A twine of Exergreen fondly wreathes. The Cypress, that daily shades the sorrow that mourns her bitter lot ; And Faith, that a thousand ills can in th\ blue leaves, Forget-me-Not. Then gather a wreath from the garden bovvers, And tell the wish of thy heart in flowers. Here is the commencement of his fine poem. The Coral Grove :- Deep in the wa\e is a coral grove. Where the purple mullet and the gold-fish rove \ <l_ 121 Where the sea-flower spreads its leaves of blue,That never are wet with falling dew,But in bright and changeful beauty shineFar down in the green and glassy brine. The floor is of sand, like the mountain drift, And the pearl-sh
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