LITTLE, BROWN AND COMPANY.
NEW YORK: EVANS AND DICKERSON.
PHILADELPHIA: LIPPINCOTT, GRAMBO AND CO.
IN ALL OBEDIENCE, AS COMMANDED.
'Being your slave, what should I do but tend Upon the hours and times of your desire? I have no precious time at all to spend, Nor services to do, till you require.'
Look from thy flowery lattice ;-let me gaze On that rich brow, that eye like morning bright, That even sorrow wears a face of smiles
When thou art near;-forth from thy lattice look, My gentle -: and that golden day Recall, when first by Deben's seaward shores, Following the curving of his banks, we stray'd; Hand link'd in hand-sweet pilgrimage-and fill'd With phantasies as sweet :-o'er ferny dell We trode, and fields by reeking coulter torn, And many a brook-fed mead, and islet green With waving samphire-there the silver wave, Obedient to the ocean's breath, just crept To kiss the dewy margent:-so we pass'd
Pinnace, and barge, and fisher's skiff, whence flung The thin net sway'd along, and to the shore The boatman's carol sounded-farther now, Following the inland waters, and our hearts Surrendering to the genial influences Of sun, and airs by soft Favonius breath'd; Say, how we linger'd, pleasure gathering up As children chase the insects o'er the plain, From every sight and sound.-The bee's wild hum, His wing in some rude foliature encag'd, The beetle with its scaly habergeon Fretting the margin of the pool-the path Of the grey lizard to its sinuous home; Or watch'd the seamew's silvery pennons shine Above the sparkling waters; or far off
Following their flight, the birds of nobler plume- High-wing'd, and journeying to their distant home.
So on the river's crisped marge we stood, Gazing the broad expanse, that like a lake Lay folded in the mountain's soft embrace, Fit haunt of nymph, or naiad.-Onward now (What could we less, sweet nature's self our guide), Up that dear path to vulgar eyes unseen, With its grey shrine, and rural chapel crown'd, Threading the oaken coppice, soon we gain'd A little sylvan lawn, that 'mid the embrace Of close-embowering trees, its tender green Nurs'd with perennial dews :-the silent glade To us, methought, was dedicate, and our's
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