Chambers's cyclopaedia of English literature : a history critical and biographical of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writing . is out on the sunny sea, And the reindeer bounds oer the pastures free. And the pine has a fringe of softer green. And the moss looks bright where my foot hath been. I have sent through the wood-paths a glowing sigh,And called out each voice of the deep-blue the night-birds lay through the starry time,In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, i8o Mrs Hemans To the swans wild note by the Icel
Chambers's cyclopaedia of English literature : a history critical and biographical of authors in the English tongue from the earliest times till the present day, with specimens of their writing . is out on the sunny sea, And the reindeer bounds oer the pastures free. And the pine has a fringe of softer green. And the moss looks bright where my foot hath been. I have sent through the wood-paths a glowing sigh,And called out each voice of the deep-blue the night-birds lay through the starry time,In the groves of the soft Hesperian clime, i8o Mrs Hemans To the swans wild note by the Iceland lakes,When the dark fir-bough into verdure breaks. From the streams and founts I have loosed the chainThey are sweeping on to the silvery main,They are flashing down from the mountain-brows,They are flinging spray on the forest boughs,They are bursting fresh from their sparrj caves,And the earth resounds with the joy of waves. Come forth, O ye children of gladness, come!Where the violets lie may now be your of the rose-lip and dew-bright eye,And the bounding footstep, to meet me fly :With the lyre, and the wreath, and the joyous forth to the sunshine—I may not MRS HEMANS. From the Bust by Angus Fletcher in the National Gallerjv Away from the dwellings of careworn men,The waters are sparkling in grove and glen ;Away from the chamber and dusky hearth,The young leaves are dancing in breezy mirth ;Their light stems thrill to the wild-wood Youth is abroad in my green domains. . The summer is hastening, on soft wings borne. Ye may press the grape, ye may bind the corn ; For me I depart to a brighter shore— Ye are marked by care, ye are mine no more. I go where the loved who have left you dwell, And the flowers are not Deaths—fare ye well, farewell ! The Homes of stately Homes of England, How beautiful they stand IAmidst their tall ancestral trees. Oer all the pleasant deer across their greensward bound Throu
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