. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . lose, Hints to the Thrush tis time for their repose ; The shrill-voiced Thrush is heedless, and again The monitor revives his own sweet strain; But both will soon be mastered, and the copse Be left as silent as the mountain-tops. Ere some commanding Star dismiss to rest The throngs of Rooks, that now, from twig or nest, (After a steady flight on home-bound wings, And a last game of mazy hoverings Around their ancient grove) with cawing noise Disturb the liquid musics equipoise. TO A SKY-LARK. Up with me ! up
. Wordsworth for the young; selections with an introduction for parents and teachers . lose, Hints to the Thrush tis time for their repose ; The shrill-voiced Thrush is heedless, and again The monitor revives his own sweet strain; But both will soon be mastered, and the copse Be left as silent as the mountain-tops. Ere some commanding Star dismiss to rest The throngs of Rooks, that now, from twig or nest, (After a steady flight on home-bound wings, And a last game of mazy hoverings Around their ancient grove) with cawing noise Disturb the liquid musics equipoise. TO A SKY-LARK. Up with me ! up with me into the clouds :Eor thy song, Lark, is strong; Up with me, up with me into the clouds !Singing, singing, With all the heavens about thee ringing,Lift me, guide me till I find That spot which seems so to thy mind! I have walked through wildernesses dreary And to-day my heart is weary ; Had I now the wings of a Faery, Up to thee would I fly. There is madness about thee, and joy divine In that song of thine; Lift me, guide me high and high To thy banqueting-place in the Joyous as morningThou art laughing and scorning:Thou hast a nest for thy love and thy rest,And. though little troubled with sloth,Drunken Lark ! thou wouldst be lothTo be such a traveller as I. 99 100 THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE. Happy, happy Liver, With a soul as strong as a mountain riverPouring out praise to the Almighty Giver,Joy and jollity be with us both ! Alas! my journey, rugged and uneven, Through prickly moors or dusty ways must wind;But hearing thee, or others of thy full of gladness and as free of heaven,I, with my fate contented, will plod on,And hope for higher raptures, when lifes day is done/ THE WATERFALL AND THE EGLANTINE. Begone, thou fond presumptuous Elf, Exclaimed an angry Voice, Nor dare to thrust thy foolish self Between me and my choice ! A small Cascade fresh swoln Avith snows Thus threatened a poor Briar-rose, That, all bespattered with his foam. And dancing h
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