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... POETRY. A REVERIE ABOUT THE CRYSTAL PALACE. BY THE AUTHOR OF PROVERBIAL PHILOSOPHY. Dream of splendour, bright and gay, Disenchanted all too soon, Dimly fading fast away Like a half remembered tune,— Lo my spirit's harp is sad For the end of earthly ...
... POETRY ADVENT. The Lord will come! the earth shall quake, The. hills their fixed seat forsake Ariti, witbel-ing, from the vault of night The stars withdraw their feeble light. The Lord will come but not the same As once in lowly form he came, A silent ...
... POETRY. ON HANNAH MORE. (From Felix Farlei/'s Journal.) n LEST with bright fancy's diamonds of the mind, With flash of wit, with eloquence of refin'd, What human heart could cast the tempter, pride, And all his lures of intellect aside For flattery's ...
... POETRY To 'rtle EVENING BRERZE. Spirit that hrthMt through my lattice thou I iiat cool'st the twilight of the sultry day Gratefully flaws tliv fre-hness round my hrnw; Tholl hast been out upon the deep at play, Ri,ling I dav the wi!(i blue. wave.-i ill] ...
... POETRY. THE EARNINGS' TAX. A Tax on Earnings is a two-fold bane,— A blight on IibPrty-a clog on thri't— Less like a Statesman's than a Swindler's shift. We've writh'd beneath't too long to writhe again. Uneconomic is it a* 'twould be, 'Ere fill'd with ...
... POETRY. THE FAMINE IN INDIA. And the Famine was sore in the land. -GEN. xliii., 1. Oh, pity the Hindoos, how sad is their case For bread they have none, and they perish apace: From Deli to I/ucknow, the famine is sore, And God's hand is felt at the Well ...
... POETRY. THE LARK. [DIDIoATED TO BsIDOAToHRE, WITHOUT PSMUSSEIOX. How sweet to watch at break of morn The lowly lark spring from the corn, When from his wings the dew he flings, And uaward soars and scaring sings, In thling notes, sis joyous lay To the ...
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... POETRY. __ GOING TO DISTRICT SCHOOL. Barefoot boy and little girl, She with rosy cheek and curls, Hlis a forebead brown with tan, Sturdy little farmer-man. Old straw hat, with broken rim, Is the least that ti onbles him, As the dinner-pail he swings, ...
... POETRY. DULL CARE. Oh tell me the place where dull care does not dwell, And find me the folks who can say, That care has not yet to their dwelling come near, Or that they can drive it away. In village or town, on the hill, in the vale, In a ship when ...