...golden-crowned wren (motacilla regulus) begins its song. The lark, also, must not be forgotten : — In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run, Like an embodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profusa strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of 6re ; The blue deep thou wingest, .And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden...

...profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher Prom the earth thou springest jLike a cloud of fire," The blue deep thou wingest, And...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple...

...never wert ; That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. " Higher still, and higher, From the earth thou...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest." Alas! that the sentiment of life — a pleasant pastime, the realities a bitter pang — should be...

...again. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to ihee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it. wingeet, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest In the golden lightning Of the «unken...

...over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades. KEATS. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest...singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. SHELLEY. MIDST the long reeds that o'er a Grecian stream Unto the feint wind sigh'd melodiously, And...

...the whole air seems sparkling and alive with the light of hia strains ; singing, as Shelley says, ' In the golden lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are brightening ; Like a high-born maiden In a palace-tower, Soothing her love-laden Soul in secret hour With music...

...never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou...lightning Of the sunken sun, O'er which clouds are bright'ning, Thou dost float and run ; Like an unbodied joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple...

...never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth thou springest...wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singcst. In the golden lighting Of the sunken sun. O'er which clouds are brightening, Thou dost float...

...never wert. That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The hlue deep thou wingest, And singing still dost soar, and soaring ever singest. In the golden lightning...