Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse Consisting of the Epistolary Correspondence of Many Distinguished Characters. With Notes and Illustrations. By the Rev. R. Polwhele |
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 | Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse |  |
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[The days are come, when querulous old age]
The days are come, when querulous old ageMourning its past delights, you little deem
How trivial are the things its heart engage,
And bid it, like the illusion of a dream,
Grasp at a fleeting image well nigh gone!
I always prized the feather'd tribe. Their note,
Their plumes, I hail'd in glens recluse and lone.
But in the haunts of all that “pour the throat,”
The gurgling Wooddove have I valued most;
And oft, as scarce a care my bosom cross'd,
Myself unnoticed, I have mark'd with glee
The neck's blue glossiness, the purple breast;
And, in the hollow of my grandsire's tree,
Espied with eager eye the simple nest.
| Reminiscences, in Prose and Verse | |