And little flickering brooks that flow
To their own music ever, make
For me a music that I know—

How well indeed, who used to take
The path so often close beside

The brightest of them, singing past
Well-watered grass on either side,
Till, o'er the little bridge at last,
Good-by to brook and path, but not
Till, spite of all the surly bees
That grudge the treasure, I have got
As many ear-drops as I please :
And then the meadow ('twas a sin
To flout the quiet daisies so);
With scared grasshoppers out and in
The grasses leaping as I go;
Along the moss-grown shaky wall,

Across the close-nipped pasture-ground Where only mulleins dare grow tall,

And blackberry vines creep close around The gray-green mossy rocks that sleep Luxurious in the flattering light Of sunshine all day long, and keep Warm sides to feel of in the night; Past patient cows that mildly gaze Upon me as I pass them by, And stop to fix a lock that strays, And startle at a far-off cry ;— And then a turn, and there is naught Between me and the place I know But vines and bushes interwrought To make a screening tangle go

About a green and golden glade,
Where 'neath the appointed chestnut tree,
And quaintly dappled by its shade,

Who is it I have come to see?

And yet, forsooth, the eager eyes
Must cloud a little and go astray

A moment with the thoughts that rise
Of many things, and will have way,
Before I dare to draw the screen

Of interwoven leaves apart
A little way, and peer between,
And see him, with as full a heart--

As now I have to see him there,
Behind my lilac in the snow
Peering at me, and with an air
As if a woman would not know!

WINTER SUNSET.

I saw a cloud at set of sun
Exceeding white and fair,
High over every other one,
And poised in purer air.

Like one that follows, forward bent,
With arms outspread before,
Into the splendid west he went
Just as the day was o'er.

I saw him turn to rosy red,
I saw him turn to fire,
I saw him burn away instead
Of ceasing to desire.

The Hasty Pudding....

BRAINARD, JOHN GARDNER CALKINS.

On Connecticut River....

Stanzas.....

BROWN, CHARLES BROCKDEN.

Yellow Fever Scenes in Philadelphia, 1793.....

Brigham Young's Harem...

BROWNE, CHARLES FARRER.

BROWNELL, HENRY HOWARD.

Annus Memorabilis...

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36

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315

Gulf Weed..............

FRENEAU, PHILIP.

The Indian Burying-Ground........

The Indian Student; or, Force of Nature..

GREENE, ALBERT GORTON.

The Baron's Last Banquet.

Old Grimes..

HALIBURTON, THOMAS CHANDLER.

The American Eagle

HALLECK, FITZ-GREENE.

HONEYWOOD, ST. JOHN.

The Purse..

IRVING, WASHINGTON.

Rip Van Winkle..

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The Storm Ship........

JUDD, SYLVESTER.

A Winter Day in New England...

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