...the [light in the breeding season, from its swampy retreats. To a WATER-FOWL. By aa American Poet. Whither 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...steps of day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thon pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong...

...Our next extract is from an exceedingly pretty and graceful poem by Mr. Bryant; and is addressed " To a Waterfowl" " Whither 'midst falling dew, While...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong ; As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. " Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake,...

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...thy grave, Like one who wraps the drapery of his couch About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy Jake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean side ?...

...his couch By an unfaltering trust, approach thy grave, About him, and lies dov/n to pleasant dreams. TO A. WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Alight mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Vainly the...

...aquatic birds are frehis son, prince Henry, is told that in his quent themes of their speculation. To A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maize of river wide, Or where the rocky billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean's side ? There is...

...pleasure by those of my readers who are lovers of nature and true poetry. THE AMERICAN WATER-FOWL. Wither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the evening sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river...

...may trace, Afar, the brightening glory of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While...eye Might 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...

...distinctly for a considerable time along the Hammersmith-road. The shadows of evening were lengthening, and midst falling dew, While glow the Heavens with the last steps of day, Far through their rosy depths it did pursue Itg solitary way."* SPITAL SERMONS. fn London, on Easter Monday and Tuesday, the Spital...