...bluebirds prophesying spring. " The sun is brs1tht) the air is clear^ The darting swallows soar and sing." So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest ; 54 Spring landscapes open on the pages of all our poets, although, writing from New England latitudes,...

...darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The blue bird prophesying Spring. 5 So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...anchor lie. All things are new — the buds, the leaves 10 That gild the elm trees nodding crest, And e'en the nest beneath the eaves : There are no birds...

...bluebirds prophesying spring. The sun is brtght^ the air is clear^ The darting swallows soar and sing" So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...The freighted clouds at anchor lie. All things are new—the buds, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's nodding crest; Spring landscapes open on the pages...

...So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west-wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. All things...elm-tree's nodding crest, And even the nest beneath the eavee ; — There are no birds in last year's nest ! All things rejoice in youth and love, The fulness...

...6. His daily teachers had been woods and rills. 7. Love had he found in huts where poor men lie. 8. Waiting till the west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. 9. Here in cool grot and mossy cell We rural fays and fairies dwell. 10. The sable mantle of the silent...

...6. His daily teachers had been woods and rills. 7. Love had he found in huts where poor men lie. 8. Waiting till the west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. 9. Here in cool grot and mossy cell We rural fays and fairies dwell. 10. The sable mantle of the silent...

...6. His daily teachers had been woods and rills. 7. Love had he found in huts where poor men lie. 8. Waiting till the west wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. 9. Here in cool grot and mossy cell We rural fays and fairies dwell. 10. The sable mantle of the silent...

...darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The blue-bird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet...beneath the eaves ;— There are no birds in last year s nest ! All things rejoice in youth and love, The fulness of their first delight ! And learn...

...darting swallows soar and sing Aai from the stately elms I hear rat blue-bud prophesying Spring. So bl«e yon winding river flows, It seems an outlet from the sky, Where, waiting till the west wind blows, Tie freighted clouds at anchor lie. All tiinjs are new; — the bads, the leaves, That gild the elm-tree's...

...The darting swallows soar and sing, And from the stately elms I hear The bluebird prophesying Spring. So blue yon winding river flows. It seems an outlet from the sky, Where waiting till the west-wind blows, The freighted clouds at anchor lie. All things are new ; — the buds, the leaves,...