THE MELODIES OF MORNING. Behold! as with a gushing impulse heaves Vanish inverted hill, and shadowy wood, And pendant rocks, where'er, in gliding state, From heaven upon her chosen favourite. WORDSWORTH. THE MELODIES OF MORNING. UT who the melodies of morn can tell ? The wild brook babbling down the mountain side; The lowing herd; the sheepfold's simple bell; grove. THE VILLAGE BOY. The cottage curs at early pilgrim bark ; THE VILLAGE BOY. BEATTIE. REE from the cottage corner, see how wild With every smell, and sound, and sight beguiled, eyes; Now, stooping, eager for the cowslip peeps, As though he'd get them all,-now, tired of these, Across the flaggy brook he eager leaps, For some new flower his happy rapture sees ; Now, leering 'mid the bushes on his knees On woodland banks, for blue-bell flowers he creeps ; |