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...(directed by unerring Wisdom, when the proper time comes round,) and revisit their retreats ; their - plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide...Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chaf 'd ocean aide." But how do the tenants of the sea, the ocean-born animals, the whales, the porpoises,...

...New-York. J. FAOAM. STEE10TTFBK. (2) AliP CO., FE1HTIRS. MERCEDES OF CASTILE. CHAPTER I. " Whither, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue ThyKjSary way?" BRYANT. THE slumbers of Columbus were of short duration. While his sleep lasted it...

...flight, Till the receding rays are lost to human sight. To a Waterfowl.— BRYANT. WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way i Vainly the fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the...

...we wish to see, Then, sweet captive, thou shalt leave us, TO A WATER-FOWL. ISrgant WHITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...along. Seek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or maze of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise and sink On the chafed ocean-tide ? There is...

...breathes of Him who keeps The vast and helpless city while it sleeps. TO A WATERFOWL. WRITHER, 'midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Scek'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Soek'st Ihou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with tho last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths,...painted on the crimson sky, Thy figure floats along. Seck'st thou the plashy brink Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, Or where the rocking billows rise...

...and whether young or old, gay or grave, you may, if you will, be the better for it. Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ? Vainly tha fowler's eye Might mark thy distant flight to do thee wrong, As, darkly painted on the crimson...

...by its side. We are off. Reader, farewell. * COLLINEOMANIA. NO. IV. DUCK SHOOTING. " Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last...their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way ?" WE wonder if the Poet ever got any answer to that question. We will bet a bag of buckshot, that...