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And woods were brightened, and soft gales
Went forth to kiss the sun-clad vales.
And in their fading glory shone
Like hosts in battle overthrown, As many a pinnacle, with shifting glance, Through the gray mist thrust up its shattered lance,
And rocking on the cliff was left
The dark pine, blasted, bare, and cleft. The veil of cloud was lifted; and below Glowed the rich valley, and the river's flow
Was darkened by the forest's shade,
Or glistened in the white cascade,
I heard the distant waters dash;
I saw the current whirl and flash;
Then o'er the vale, with gentle swell,
The music of the village bell Came sweetly to the echo-giving hills ; And the wild horn, whose voice the woodland fills,
Was ringing to the merry shout
That, faint and far, the glen sent out, Where, answering to the sudden shot, thin smoke Through thick-leaved branches from the dingle broke.
If thou art worn and hard beset
With sorrows that thou wouldst forget,
Go to the woods and hills ! no tears
S:-gas, mass, close, griefs, lamps, mouths, verse, dupes,
scene, soil, psalm, soul.
The Spirit of Beauty unfurls her light,
At morn, I know where she rested at night,
At noon, she hies to a cool retreat,
At eve, she hangs, o'er the western sky
She hovers around us at twilight hour,
IN ARTICULATION. sh:- shall, shrove, shrink, sash, marsh, shrub, shrine, shone,
The Frost looked forth one still, clear night,
In silence I'll take my way.
But I'll be as busy as they.”
Then he flew to the mountain, and powdered its crest ;
Of the quivering lake he spread
Where a rock could rear its head.
He went to the windows of those who slept,
By the light of the moon, were seen
All pictured in silver sheen.
But he did one thing that was hardly fair,
Now, just to set them a-thinking,
Shall “tchick'! to tell them I'm drinking."
EXERCISES IN ARTICULATION. t:- taught, time, kite, dust, halt, tight, trash, debt, matter,
better, fetter, brittle.
A Winter Morning. Andrews Norton.
The keen, clear air — the splendid sight
We waken to a world of ice;
As by some genii's quaint device.
'Tis winter's jubilee: this day
His stores their countless treasures yield:
See how the diamond glances play,
In ceaseless blaze, from tree and field !
The cold, bare spot where late we ranged,
The naked woods, are seen no more: This earth to fairy land is changed,
With glittering silver sheeted o'er.
A shower of gems is strewed around;
The flowers of winter, rich and rare; Rubies and sapphires deck the ground;
The topaz, emerald, all are there.
The morning sun, with cloudless rays,
His powerless splendor round us streams; From crusted boughs, and twinkling sprays,
Fly back unloosed the rainbow beams.
With more than summer beauty fair,
The trees in winter's garb are shown : What a rich halo melts in air,
Around their crystal branches thrown !
And yesterday -- how changed the view
From what then charmed us! when the sky Hung, with its dim and watery hue,
O'er all the soft, still prospect nigh.
The distant groves, arrayed in white,
Might then like things unreal seem, Just shown awhile in silvery light,
The fictions of a poet's dream;
Like shadowy groves upon that shore,
O’er which Elysium's twilight lay,