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...written ; yet I blot not out The desultory numbers—let them stand, The record of an idle reverie. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, midst falling dew, While glow...distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seekst thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river...

...brightening glory of its flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...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 marge of...

...He heard some friendly words ;—but knew not what the) were, LESSON CXIV. To a Waterfowl.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, For, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 Vainly the fowler's eye Alight...

...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 glow...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 marge of...

...written, yet I blot not out The desultory numbers — let them stand The record of an idle reverie. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow...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 marge of...

...desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires its echo* with unvaried cries. Goldsmith. TO A WATER FOWL.* Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seeks't thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of...

...heard some friendly words;—but knew not what they were. " LESSON CXIV. To a Waterfowl.—Bryant. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...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 marge of...

...is told that in his ipent themes of their speculation. it is seldom mentioned by our poets. The To A WATER-FOWL. Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow...day, Far through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the crimson sky Thy figure floats...

...before us. We will find room for a specimen or two. 7b a Waterfowl. Bryant. p.9. Whither, ‘midst the falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, [pursue Par through their rosy depths, dost thou Thy .olitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye [thee wrong,...