THE MELODIES OF MORNING. 235 it should have any character at all of the divine nature, except it proceed not out of a pleasure in solitude, but out of a love and desire to sequester a man's self for a higher conversation, such as is found to have been falsely and feignedly in some of the heathens, as Epimenides the Sicilian, and Apollonius of Tyana, and truly and really in divers of the ancient hermits and holy fathers of the church. But little do men perceive what solitude is, and how far it extendeth; for a crowd is not company, and faces are but a gallery of pictures, and talk but a tinkling cymbal where there is no love.—Bacon's Essays. To sit on rocks, to muse o'er flood and fell, Where things that own not man's dominion dwell, Converse with nature's charms, and see her stores unrolled. And roam along, the world's tired denizen, With none who bless us, none whom we can bless; BYRON. XI. THE MELODIES OF MORNING. "THERE is no phenomenon in nature more beautiful and splendid than the rising sun. The richest dress that human art can invent, the finest decorations, the most pompous equipage, the most superb ornaments in the palaces of kings, vanish and sink to nothing when compared with this beauty of nature. The sun appears with all the splendour of majesty, rising higher and higher, and the earth assumes a new aspect. Every creature rejoices and seems to receive a new life. The birds, with songs of joy, salute the source of light and day: every animal begins to move, and all feel themselves animated with new strength and spirit."-Sturm. Bur who the melodies of morn can tell ;' The wild brook babbling down the mountain side; The hum of bees, the linnet's lay of love, Crowned with her pail the tripping milkmaid sings; 1. Pit this line into its natural order? 2. What is the compound adjective "dim-descried" meant to qualify? 3. Another form of this word? 4. What is the meaning of the phrase wakes the universal grove? BEATTIE. XII. EVENING. "How can we think without admiration and gratitude, on the tender care of Providence, to secure our repose during the absence of the day? As soon as night comes on, a calm is diffused over all nature, which proclaims to all creatures a rest from their labours, and invites man to sleep. During the time that men sleep, nature in their behalf suspends noise, vivid light, and all such impressions as might keep the senses in action. The animals whose activity might disturb our repose, have themselves need of rest. Birds seek their nests; the ox, the horse, and other domestic animals sleep around us."—Sturm. Он, Hesperus! thou bringest all good things— Home to the weary, to the hungry cheer, To the young bird the parent's brooding wings, The welcome stall to the o'erlaboured steer! Whate'er of peace about our hearthstone clings, Whate'er our household gods protect of dear, Are gathered round us by thy look of rest; Thou bring'st the child, too, to the mother's breast. STUDY AND BEAUTIES OF WORKS OF NATURE. Soft hour! which wakes the wish and melts the heart 237 BYRON. XIII. THE STUDY AND BEAUTIES OF THE WORKS OF NATURE. "To the attentive eye, each moment of the year has its own beauty; and in the same field, it beholds, every hour, a picture which was never seen before, and which shall never be seen again. The heavens change every moment, and reflect their glory or gloom on the place beneath. The state of the crop in the surrounding farms alters the expression of the earth from week to week. The succession of native plants in the pastures and roadsides, which makes the silent clock by which time tells the summer hours, which make even the divisions of the day sensible to a keen observer. The tribes of birds and insects, like the plants, punctual to their time, follow each other, and the year has room for all."-R. W. Emerson. O NATURE! all-sufficient! over all! Enrich me with the knowledge of thy works! A search, the flight of time can ne'er exhaust! THOMSON. XIV. LUCY. "THE soul and nature are attuned together. Something within answers to all we witness without. When I look on the ocean in its might and tumult, my spirit is stirred, swelled. When it spreads out in peaceful blue waves, under a bright sky, it is dilated, yet composed. I enter into the spirit of the earth, and this is always good. Nature breathes nothing unkind. It expands, or calms, or softens us. Let us open our souls to its influences." Channing. THREE years she grew, in sun, and shower, 66 Then Nature said, a lovelier flower On earth was never seen; In earth and heaven, in glade and bower, To kindle and restrain. She shall be sportive as the fawn, The floating clouds-their state shall lend Nor shall she fail to see, Even in the motions of the storm, Grace that shall mould the maiden's form By silent sympathy. The stars of midnight shall be dear To her; and she shall lean her ear, In many a secret place, Where rivulets dance their wayward round And beauty, born of murmuring sound, Shall pass into her face. And vital feelings of delight Shall rear her form to stately height, Her virgin bosom swell; Such thoughts, to Lucy I will give, While she and I together live, Here in this happy dell." AN APRIL DAY. Thus Nature spake-The work was done- She died, and left to me This heath, this calm, and quiet scene; The memory of what has been, And never more will be. 239 WORDSWORTH. XV. AN APRIL DAY. "It was a lovely evening, in the spring time of the year; and in the soft stillness of the twilight, all nature was very calm and beautiful. The day had been fine and warm; but at the coming on of night the air grew cool, and in the mellowing distance, smoke was coming gently from the cottage chimneys. There were a thousand pleasant scents diffused around from young leaves and fresh buds; the cuckoo had been singing all day long, and was but just now hushed; the smell of earth, newly upturned-first breath of hope to the labourer, after his garden withered-was fragrant in the evening breeze. It was a time when most men cherish good resolves, and sorrow for the wasted past; when most men, looking on the shadows as they gather, think of that evening which must close on all, and that to-morrow which has none beyond."-Dickens. WHEN the warm sun, that brings Seed-time and harvest. has returned again, I love the season well, When forest glades are teeming with bright forms, The coming on of storms. From the earth's loosened mould, The sapling draws its sustenance, and thrives; The softly warbled song Comes from the pleasant woods, and coloured wings When the bright sunset fills The silver woods with light, the green slope throws And wide the upland glows. |