NATURE. Lesson of For I have learned To look on Nature, not as in the hour Of thoughtless youth; but hearing oftentimes Not harsh nor grating, though of ample power Lines, composed on revisiting the Banks of the Wye. NATURE. Teaching of Ere we meet again you will turn sad and heavy eyes to those quiet boughs, and when you hear the birds sing from them, and see the sunshine come aslant from crag and housetop to be the playfellow of their leaves, learn the lesson that nature teaches you, and strive through darkness to the light! Zanoni, Book 1. Chap. IV.-E. B. LYTTON. NATURE'S FAITHFULNESS. Nature never did betray The heart that loved her; 'tis her privilege, Shall e'er prevail against us, or disturb Lines composed on revisiting the banks of the Wye. NATURE Spoiled by Man. Beauty of Strange that where Nature loved to trace, And every charm and grace hath mix'd There man, enamour'd of distress, And trample, brute-like, o'er each flower NATURE. The Giaour, Line 46.-LORD BYRON. The one touch of In the tale of human passion, in past ages, there is something of interest even in the remoteness of the time. We love to feel within us the bond which unites the most distant eras-men, nations, customs, perish; the affections are immortal!-they are the sympathies which unite the ceaseless generations. The Last Days of Pompeii, Book III. Chap. II. NATURES. Low Base natures ever grudge at things above them, Ill usage, and reproach, are all his portion; NAUTILUS. Description of a Light as a flake of foam upon the wind, Put out a tier of oars on either side, Spread to the wafting breeze a twofold sail, The Pelican Island.-JAMES MONTGOMERY. NEGLECT. Sorrow of I had done all that I could; and no man is well pleased to have his all neglected, be it ever so little. Letter to Lord Chesterfield.—Dr. Samuel Johnson. NEST. Description of a Thrush's Within a thick and spreading hawthorn bush I watched her secret toils from day to day; How true she warped the moss to form her nest, And modelled it within with wood and clay. And by and by, like heath-bells gilt with dew, There lay her shining eggs as bright as flowers, Ink-spotted over, shells of green and blue: And there I witnessed, in the summer hours, A brood of nature's minstrels chirp and fly, Glad as the sunshine and the laughing sky. A Sonnet.-JOHN CLARE. A master passion is the love of news, The Newspaper.-G. CRABBE. NIGHT. Descriptions of Behold the world Rests, and her tired inhabitants have paus'd From trouble and turmoil. Time: A Poem.-H. K. WHITE. When twilight fades, steal forth the constellations bright; Below, 'tis day that lives,-in upper air the night. Strung Pearls.—Ruckert. And Night, with gentle step and melancholy, Breathes low through heaven; with her comes love the holy Phoebus the lover rests Be all life, rest and love! NIGHT in SWEDEN. Evening.-SCHILLER. Description of a The sun does not set till ten o'clock at night, and the children are at play in the streets an hour later. The windows and doors are all open, and you may sit and read till midnight without a candle. O how beautiful is the summer night, which is not night, but a sunless yet unclouded day, descending upon earth with dews, and shadows, and refreshing coolness! How beautiful the long mild twilight, which, like a silver clasp, unites to-day with yesterday! How beautiful the silent hour, when morning and evening thus sit |