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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

A cloud lay cradled near the setting sun
A few more years shall roll.

A fragment of a rainbow bright

A gold and silver cup

A green and silent spot amid the hills

A star appeared, and peaceful threw

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever

Acquaint thyself with God, if thou wouldst taste.
Ah! why reposest thou so pale? .

All day the low-hung clouds have dropped
All things are calm, and fair, and passive
Amongst the many buds proclaiming May.
And now comes rosy June; the blue-eyed hours
And see where surly Winter passes off.
Another year, another year

Another year with promised blessings rise!
Arise, thou child of Nature, rise! .

At night, when all, assembling round the fire
Away with sorrow's sigh.

Before the stout harvesters falleth the grain
Behold the western evening's light
Bird of the wilderness

Bowing adorers of the gale.

Broods there some spirit here?

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Child of the Sun! pursue thy rapturous flight

Come forth, and let us through our hearts receive
Come, ye little revellers gay

Daisies, ye flowers of lowly birth .

Dark-visaged visitor, who comest here
Deep on convent roof the snows

Dip down upon the northern shore

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Earth's children cleave to earth-her frail
Ethereal minstrel! pilgrim of the sky! .

Fair daffodils, we weep to see.
Fair is the face of Spring

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Fair Moon! that at the chilly day's decline

Father, Thy hand hath reared these venerable columns
From the fierce aspect of this river, throwing
From the sod no crocus peeps.

Hail, beauteous stranger of the grove!.

Here and there rude heaps, that had been cities,
clad the ground .

Here, till return of morn dismissed the farm
How beautiful is the rain!

How dazzling white the snowy scene! deep, deep
How fair a sight, that vest of gold.
How fresh, O Lord, how sweet and clean

How much of memory dwells amidst thy bloom
How withered, perished seems the form

I come, I come! ye have called me long

I have found violets. April hath come on

I loved to walk where none had walked before

I praised the earth in beauty seen

I saw the woods and fields at close of day

It was a lovely morning; all was calm

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Jasmine! thy fair and star-like flowers with honours

should be crowned

Knell of departed years

Last smile of the departing year

Leaves have their time to fall

Lessons sweet of Spring returning
Loud is the Summer's busy song.

Meanwhile to glad September's dawn
Mild offspring of a dark and sullen sire
Mountain gorses, ever golden
My heart is full of prayer

Not worlds on worlds in phalanx deep.
Nothing fair on earth I see
November's sky is chill and drear

Now in my walk with sweet surprise

O Father! Lord! the All-beneficent! I bless Thy name

O festal Spring! midst thy victorious glow

gift of God! O perfect day

God! by whom the seed is given

reader! hast thou ever stood to see

M. A. Bacon

7. M. Good.

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INDEX OF FIRST LINES.

O sacred Providence, who from end to end

O Winter, ruler of the inverted year.
O'er faded heath-flowers spun, or thorny furze .
Oft, on a plat of rising ground

Red o'er the forest peers the setting sun
Red soldier of the golden corn

Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness
See once again our village; with its street
See the Spring is the earth enamelling.
Soft as a cloud is yon blue ridge-the mere
Soon as the morning trembles o'er the sky
Spread around thy tenderest diligence
Sweet Sabbath of the year.

The angel comes, he comes to reap

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The billows swell, the winds are high

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The lopped tree in time may grow again

The melancholy days are come, the saddest of the year Bryant

The mellow year is hasting to its close

The moon is up! How calm and slow.

The morning mist is cleared away

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These as they change, Almighty Father, these
These gray majestic cliffs that tower to heaven

They come the merry Summer months of beauty,

song, and flowers.

Thou first-born of the year's delight.

Thou hast thy beauties: sterner ones I own

Thy mighty working, mighty God!

'Tis done! dread Winter spreads his latest glooms 'Tis morning; and the sun, with ruddy orb

Under the green hedges after the snow.

Welcome, O pure and lovely forms, again
What dream of beauty ever equalled this!.
What wildness dost thou give the scene!
When at midday my task I ply
When brighter hours are passing away
When from its high and sullen cloud
When on the breath of Autumn breeze

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M. A. Bacon

Lyra Germanica'

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When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the laughing soil

When Winter winds are piercing chill

Where are the swallows fled?

Whither, midst falling dew

Why comes this fragrance on the Summer breeze
Winter is past-the little bee resumes

Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true
Ye gentle birds, that perch aloof.

Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun !

Heber
Longfellow
Miss Procter
Bryant

Thomas Davis
Clare.

Campbell.
Hayley
Bryant

PROSE EXTRACTS

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FROM

"Our Village" (A Frost Scene)

"Our Village" (Felling Timber)

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Kavanagh (The First Buds)

"Beauties of the Country" (February fill-dike)

"The Spectator" (On Gladness in Spring)

"The Complete Angler" ("The time of the singing
of birds is come")

"The Complete Angler" (An Evening in May)
"Broadmead Lectures" (Spring, and its Moral Anal-

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Chapters on Flowers" (Garden Thoughts) "Summer-time in the Country" (Glow-worms) "Recreations of a Country Parson (Summer Days) "Summer-time in the Country" (Autumn Thoughts) "Rambles of a Naturalist" (Rock-Pools) "The Church and the Nation" (Lessons of Autumn) 'Missions among the Gipsies (George III. and the dying Gipsy)

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"Kavanagh" (Autumnal Beauty)

Pages from my Note-book "(November Bonfires).

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Kavanagh" (The First Snow).

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LONDON R. CLAY, SON, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS, BREAD STREET HILL.

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