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Drawn by Then comes Thy glory in the Summer months BIRKET FOSTER His praise, ye brooks, attune, ye trembling rills. BIRKET FOSTER And hamlets brown, and dim discovered spires . BIRKET FOSTER The curfew tolls the knell of parting day.

BIRKET FOSTER The cock's shrill clarion, or the echoing horn BIRKET FOSTER Or climb his knees the envied kiss to share

E. V. B... llow bow'd the woods beneath the sturdy stroke BIRKET FOSTER The paths of glory lead but to the grace

GEORGE THOMAS Can storied urn, or animated bust

GEORGE THOMAS
Full many a florver is born to blush unseen

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Some village-Hampden, that, with dauntless breast. GEORGE THOMAS
They kept the noiseless tenor of their way.

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Some frail memorial still erected nigh

BIRKET FOSTER Left the warm precincts of the cheerful day

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On some fond breast the parting soul relies

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His listless length at noontide would he stretch BIRKET FOSTER
Slow through the church-way path we saw him borne BIRKET FOSTER
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Here rests his head upon the lap of earth .

BIRKET FOSTER Siveet Auburn! loveliest village of the plain. T. CRESWICK, R. A.

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Drawn by The never failing brook, the busy mill

T. CRESWICK, R. A. The hawthorn bush, with seats beneath the shade C. W. COPE, R. A. The matron's glance that would those looks reprove H. J. TOWNSEND The hollow-sounding bittern guards its nest

F. TAYLER .
These far-departing, seek a kinder shore

C. STONHOUSE
Amidst the swains to show my book-learn'd skill. J. C. HORSLEY
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue F. TAYLER
To spurn imploring famine from the gate

C. W. COPE, R. A.
While resignation gently slopes the way

T. CRESWICK, R. A. The playful children just let loose from school T. WEBSTER, R.A. . All but yon widow'd solitary thing

F. TAYLER The village preacher's modest mansion rose

T. CRESWICK, R. A. He chid their wanderings, but relieved their pain C. W. COPE, R. A. Shoulder'd his crutch and show'd how fields were won C. W. COPE, R.A. Beside the bed where parting life was laid

R. REDGRAVE, R.A. And pluck'd his gown to share the good man's smile J. C. HORSLEY . The t'illage master taught his little school.

T. WEBSTER, R. A.
Full well they laugh'd with counterfeited glee .. T. WEBSTER, R. A.
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd T. WEBSTER, R. A. .
In arguing too the parson own'd his skill.

C. W. COPE, R. A.
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head on high T. CRESWICK, R. A.
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound. F. TAYLER
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade J. C. HORSLEY
Proud sweils the tide with loads of freighted ore . T. CRESWICK, R. A.
If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd

C. STONHOUSE .
Where the poor houseless shivering female lies J. C. HORSLEY.
She left her wheel and robes of country brown J. C. HORSLEY .
The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake

T. CRESWICK, R.A. The cooling brook, the grassy-vested green .

T. CRESWICK, R. A. The good old sire the first prepar'd to go

C. W. COPE, R.A. Whilst her fond husband strove to lend relief R. REDGRAVE, R. A. Down where yon anchoring vessel spreads the sail . T. CRESWICK, R.A. As rocks resist the billows and the sky .

T. CRESWICK, R. A. To meet their Dad wi' flichtering noise and glee C. W. COPE, R.A. . Wi' kindly welcome Fenny brings him ben

C. W. COPE, R.A. . The priest-like father reads the sacred page

C. W. COPE, R.A. . And proffer up to Heav'n the warm request

C. W. COPE, R. A. Now see him mounted once again

GEORGE THOMAS Stop, stop, John Gilpin !-here's the house !". GEORGE THOMAS

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Drawn by Whereat his horse did snort, as he .

GEORGE THOMAS Though the tempest top-gallant masts sritack smooth E. DUNCAN .

should smite
The owl, for all his feathers, was a-cold

E. H. WEHNERT
The sculptured dead on each side seemed to freeze
At length burst in the arzent revelry
Hler maiden eyes divine, fix'd on the floor.
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moors, had come young Porphyro
And grasp'd his fingers in her palsied hand
He follow'd through a lowly arched way
While legion'd fairies paced the coverlet
She turn'd, and down the aged gossip led .
As down she knelt for hear'cn's grace and boon
And'tween the curtains peep'd
On golden dishes, and in baskets bright
Awakening up, he took her hollow lute
Upon his knees he sank, pale as smooth-sculptur'd stone:
Hark! 'tis an elfin storm from faëry land
Drown'd all in Rhenish and the sleepy mead.
Down the wide stairs a darkling way they found
These lovers fled away into the storm
Where woods and groves in solemn grandeur rise BIRKET FOSTER
A little farm his generous master tilld.

BIRKET FOSTER
There, warm with toil, his panting horses browse HARRISON WEIR
O’erarch'd with oaks that form’d fantastic bow'rs BIRKET FOSTER
For pigs, and ducks, and turkeys throng the door HARRISON WEIR
With joy she views her plenteous reeking store G. E. Hicks.
And further far, where numerous herds repose . BIRKET FOSTER
See, o'er yon pasture, how they pour along! . BIRKET FOSTER
Sees every pass secured, and fences whole .

BIRKET FOSTER The cumbrous clods that tumble round the plough HARRISON WEIR Giles with a pole assails their close retreats

BIRKET FOSTER And every cottage from the plenteous store

BIRKET FOSTER To turn the swarth, the quiv'ring load to rear BIRKET FOSTER Unruly cows with marked impatience stay

HARRISON WEIR Now eve o'erhangs the western clouds' thick brow BIRKET FOSTER When o'er each field the flaming sunbeams play'd . BIRKET FOSTER Refils the jug his honour'd host to tend

G. E. HICKS. Deposits seed, and bids new harvests rise .

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Draren by The herd in closest ambush seeks to hide.

HARRISON WEIR Of Sabbath bells he hears at sermon-time .

BIRKET FOSTER Now blithe she sung, and gather'd useless flow'rs G. E. Hicks And strolls the Crusoe of the lonely fields .

BIRKET FOSTER Whilst far abroad the fox pursues his prey

HARRISON WEIR Then welcome, cold; welcome, ye snowy nights . BIRKET FOSTER Around their home the storm-pinch'd cattle lows. BIRKET FOSTER There the long billet, forced at last to bend

G. E. Hicks And pats the jolly sides of those he loves

HARRISON WEIR To pond, or field, or village fair, when thou . BIRKET FOSTER With saunt'ring step he climbs the distant stile BIRKET FOSTER For ewes that stood aloof with fearful eye .

HARRISON WEIR Suspends the chorus of the spinner's song .

BIRKET FOSTER O'er the grave where our hero we buried .

GEORGE THOMAS Arm! Arm! it is-itisthe cannon's opening roar! GEORGE THOMAS Ah! then and there was hurrying to and fro GEORGE THOMAS And Ardennes waves above them her green leaves GEORGE THOMAS He passed where Newark's stately tower

BIRKET FOSTER In the golden lightning of the sunken sun

BIRKET FOSTER It is an ancient Mariner, and he stoppeth one of three E. H. WEHNERT Merrily did we drop below the kirk.

BIRKET FOSTER Before her goes the merry minstrelsy

E. H. WEHNERT
And ice, mast-high, came floating by, as green as

E. DUNCAN
emerald .
For food or play, came to the mariners' hollo ! E. H. WEHNERT
With my cross-bow I shot the Albatross

E. H. WEHNERT
Ah wretch! said they, the bird to slay.

E. H. WEHNERT As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean E. DUNCAN . Instead of the cross, the Albatross about my neck

E. H. WEHNERT was hung. When looking westward I beheld a something in the

E. H. WEHNERT sky When that strange shape drove suddenly betwixt us

E, DUNCAN. and the Sun And the twain were casting dice .

E. H. WEHNERT The souls did from their bodies fly

E. H. WEHNERT I fear thee, ancient Mariner!

E. H, WEHNERT The moving Moon went up the sky,

E. DUNCAN. A spring of love gushed from my heart

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