. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . I obtain, nor liope Usual indulgences; jelly or creams, Relique of costly suppers, and set by For me their petted one; or buttered toast, When butter was forbid; or thrilling tale Of ghost, or witch, or murder. So I went And sheltered me beside the parlor fire; There my dear grandmother, eldest of all forms, Tended the little ones, and watched from harm ; Anxiously fond, though oft her spect
. Class book of poetry: consisting of selections from distinguished English and American poets, from Chaucer to Tennyson. The whole arranged in chronological order, with biographical and critical remarks . I obtain, nor liope Usual indulgences; jelly or creams, Relique of costly suppers, and set by For me their petted one; or buttered toast, When butter was forbid; or thrilling tale Of ghost, or witch, or murder. So I went And sheltered me beside the parlor fire; There my dear grandmother, eldest of all forms, Tended the little ones, and watched from harm ; Anxiously fond, though oft her spectacles With elfin cunning hid, and oft the pins Drawn from her ravelled stocking might have soured One less indulgent. At intervals my mothers voice was heardUrging despatch ; briskly the work went hands employed to wash, to rinse, to fold, and starch, and clap, and iron, and plait. Then would I sit me down, and ponder muchWhy washings were; sometimes through hollow holeOf pipe amused we blew, and sent aloftThe floating bubbles; little dreaming thenTo see, Montgolfier, thy silken ballRide buoyant through the clouds, so near approach iThe sports of children and the toils of men. ! (:. OPIE. MRS. AMELIA OPIE (1769-1853), is chiefly distinguishedfor her moral tales, which are written in prose. Shehas written a few pieces in verse, that are marked by greatsweetness and beauty. The following gem is pronouncedby the Edinburgh Review one of the finest songs in thelanguage. Song. Go, youth beloved, in distant glades New friends, new hopes, new joys to find!Yet sometimes deign, midst fairer maids. To think on her tliou leavest love, thy fate, dear youth, to share, Must never be ray happy lot;But thou mayst grant this hum])le prayer, Forget me not! forget me not! Yet, should the tliought of my distress Too painful to thy feelings be,Heed not the wish I now express, Nor ever deign to think on me:But oh! if grief thy steps attend, If want, if sickness be thy
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