...present opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...; It breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WRITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...present opportunity, and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly tha fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson...

...woodcock getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. * COLLINEOMANIA. NO. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question. We will bet a bag of buckshot, that...

...woodcock getting up by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. COLLINEOMANIA. No. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " 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 ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question....

...toss'd and weary bark Gains the sure haven of her final rest. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM C. BBYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...be proud, Over wealthy in the treasure Of her own exceeding pleasure ! WORDSWORTH. TO A WATER FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...her final rest. \ "> .•' I •TTf /!(, jll TO A WATERFOWL. BS WILLIAM C. BBXAWT. * WHITHER, 'jnidst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky,, Thy figure floats along, Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...

...pleasure or you either 1 but to satisfy my own curiosity. LESSON CXI. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. 1 WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...