...birth-place of the deep once more; Sweet odours in the sea-air, sweet and strange, TO A WATEEFOWL. • WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of dap, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ! Vainly the fowler's eye Might...

...fair, Where sin and death abound, How beautiful beyond compare Will Paradise be found ! J. MONTGOMERY. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chaf d ocean side ? There is...

...hope repose,) The bosom of his Father and his God. Gray. TO A WATER-FOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew,6 While glow the heavens with the last steps of day,...eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, 1 Fair science, S;c. — ie though he loved science, yet he was melancholy: an affirmation which has...

...lonely flight of the Water-fowl. Veneration prompted the inquiry, "Whither 'midst falling dew, When glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far through...their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" Sometimes, in musing upon genius in its simpler manifestations, it seems as if the great art of...

...•: . ; ' MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. . • • • ^ « Whither, 'midst falling dew, While flow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue : • Thy tofitarjr way?" ... " BRYANT. THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted...

...hall, Of the times that were, of old. TO A WATERFOWL. BT WILLIAM CCLLEN BRYAST. Whither, 'midst /ailing dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of...the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thon the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and...

...round, because it is his word, And aye will welcome back again its little travelling bird. T. AIRD. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While...mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly pointed on the crimson sky, Thy 6gure floats along. Seek'st t hon thy plashy brink Of weedy lake, or...

...and high ancestral hall, Of the times that were, of old. TO A WATERFOWL. BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYAST. Whither, 'midst falling dew. While glow the heavens...the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do tbee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy...

...of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHEH, "midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...pursue Thy solitary way . Vainly the fowler's eye Mignt mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats...

...skies for ever bright. 649. BRYANT. The water-fowl. ' ' There is a path which no fowl knowsth. " 1 WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? 2 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...