...for thfc commonest reader. TO A WATERFOWL. W (i 1 1 IIEU, mi.lt falling -lew, While glow the hoavuiK .with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy...thou pursue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Slight mark thy distant flignt td do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure...

...While glow the heaveni with the lait steps of day. Far, through their rosy depths, do»t thou ponue Thy solitary way? Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong At, darkly paiuted on the crimson sky Thy figure tinats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy...

...rapidity of the first. How perfectly and inimitably descriptive are the last two of the following lines. " Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along." The extracts we have made give, we think, a tolerablycorrect idea of Bryant's genius. The volume contains...

...Amidst thy desert walks the lapwing flies, And tires its echos with unvaried cries. Goldsmith. TO A WATER FOWL.* Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow...painted on the crimson sky, ' Thy figure floats along. Seeks't thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...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 the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...wraps the drapery of his eoueh About him, and lies down to pleasant dreams. TO A WATERFOWL. WHTTHEB, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the erimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river...

...devote hours to the subject. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last step of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...heard some friendly words ; — but knew not what they were. LESSON CXIV. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. . Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows...

...friendly words ; — but knew not what they were. LESSON CXIV. To a Waterfowl. — BRYANT. WHITHEK, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...American poet, are so much to the purpose that they need no excuse for their insertion. TO A WATERFOWL. WHITHER 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens...their rosy depths dost thou pursue Thy solitary way 1 Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As darkly painted on the...