...suppeditabat opem. Sic ego deficiens aegra te voce vocavi, Tuqve mihi fautrix tempus in omne venis. The Skylark. Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth...

...ere the storm. Like a sister and brother The child and the ocean still smile on each other, \Yhilst TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profusa strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth...

...headlong speed, And bow their burning crest, and glide in fire Under the waters of Hie earth again. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher Prom the earth...

...those graceful lines of Shelley, perhaps the most poetical he ever wrote, recurred to our memory — " Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert ; That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. " Higher still, and higher, From the...

...from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I arise and unbuild it again. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to ihee, Higher still and higher, From the earth thou springest Like a cloud of fire ; The blue deep thou wingeet,...

...has not any pretensions to the hilarity of the former. The ill-fated Shelley has some exquisite lines to a sky-lark : — Hail to thee, blithe spirit ; Bird thou never wert, That from heaven or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the cloud...

...periodicals. I am, &c. JAMES M'QuEEN. Glasgow, December 1lth, 1831. THE SWAN AND THE SKYLARK. BY SIRS HEMANS. Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart. In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. SHEL7-EV. MIDST the long reeds that...

...allegory. " It is a modest creed, and yet Pleasant, if one considers it, To own that death itself must be, Like all the rest, a mockery! That garden sweet, that...Heaven, or near it, Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chauut, Match'd with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel, there is some...

...caverns of rain, Like a child from the womb, like a ghost from the tomb, I rise and upbuild it again. THE SKY-LARK. Hail to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from Heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher From the earth...

...boon 1 ask of thee, beloved Night ; Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO A SEYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest thy full heart In profuse strains of unpremeditated art. Higher still and higher, From the...