The bard of the dales or poems and miscellaneous pieces; with a life of the author, written by himself. By John Castillo |
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AUTUMNAL REFLECTIONS.
On our sycamore tree the yellow leaf trembled,
Its kindred so rapid were taking their wing,
On the roof of the dwelling the Swallows assembled,
And sung their adieu to the beauties of Spring!
Its kindred so rapid were taking their wing,
On the roof of the dwelling the Swallows assembled,
And sung their adieu to the beauties of Spring!
The neighbouring tiles seem'd black with their numbers,
So early and cheerful redeeming their time,
For 'ere half the Village had woke from their slumbers,
They'd taken their flight to a happier clime.
So early and cheerful redeeming their time,
For 'ere half the Village had woke from their slumbers,
They'd taken their flight to a happier clime.
The stubbles the swine were so eagerly gleaning,
Each half naked forest its lectures did pour;
The Stock Dove was down in the valley complaining;
The Turf, and the Peat too, were swept off the moor.
Each half naked forest its lectures did pour;
The Stock Dove was down in the valley complaining;
The Turf, and the Peat too, were swept off the moor.
The ships had returned from their distant adventure,
And were cheerfully discharging the spoils of the Sea;
The Squirrel had laid up his store for the winter,
And left the bare world to the prodigal—free.
And were cheerfully discharging the spoils of the Sea;
The Squirrel had laid up his store for the winter,
And left the bare world to the prodigal—free.
Pack'd up in the north, the storm seem'd to linger,
The diligent man's seed appointment to suit;
The boys to their warm breath applied the cold finger,
While striving to gather the last Summer Fruit.
The diligent man's seed appointment to suit;
The boys to their warm breath applied the cold finger,
While striving to gather the last Summer Fruit.
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