Part 62

SWIFT.

19. Your island lies nine leagues away; Along its solitary shore Of craggy rock, and sandy bay, No sound but ocean's roar, Save where the bold, wild sea-bird makes her home, Her shrill cry coming through the sparkling foam.

R. H. DANA.

20. Sweet sights, sweet sounds, all sights all sounds excelling; Oh, 'tis a ravishing spot, form'd for a Poet's dwelling!

DRAKE.

21. A city Where trade and joy in every busy street Mingling are heard, and in whose crowded ports The rising masts an endless prospect yield.

THOMSON.

22. A valley, from the river shore withdrawn, Shall be your home--two quiet woods between, Whose lofty verdure overlooks the lawn; And waters, to their resting-place serene, Come freshening and reflecting all the scene.

CAMPBELL.

23. Please step in And visit roun' an' roun'; There's naught superfluous to gie pain Or costly to be foun', Yet a' is clean.

ALLAN RAMSAY--Gentle Shepherd.

24. A whitewash'd wall, a nicely sanded floor, A varnish'd clock that clicks behind the door, A chest contrived a double debt to pay, A bed by night, a chest of drawers by day; While broken tea-cups, wisely kept for show, Ranged on the chimney, glisten in a row.

GOLDSMITH--Deserted Village.

25. How beautiful it stands, Behind its elm-trees' screen, With simple attic cornice crown'd, All graceful and serene!

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

26. O'er the glad waters of the dark blue sea, Your thoughts as boundless and your soul as free, Far as the breeze can bear, the billows foam, Survey your empire, and behold your home!

BYRON.

27. A pastoral scene of your own land, Groves darkly green, neat farms, and pastures gay With golden flowers; brooks stealing over sand, Or smooth-worn pebbles, murmuring light away;-- Blue rye-fields, yielding to the gentle hand Of the cool west wind; scented fields of hay, Falling in purple bloom!

PERCIVAL.

28. A pleasant aspect shall your parlor wear,-- Pictures, and busts, and books, and flowers, And a light hearth where one may sit for hours, And feel the minutes in their rapid flight, Yet never think to count them as they go; The mind, in converse sweet, beguiled so.

MRS. A. M. WELLS.

29. A light commodious chamber Looking out to the hills, and where the shine Of the great sun may enter.

MARY HOWITT.

30. It is a chosen plot of fertile land, Emongst wide waves sett, like little nest, As if it had by nature's cunning hand Bene choycely picked out from all the rest, And laid forth for ensample of the best.

SPENSER.

31. A mansion, where domestic love And truth breathe simple kindness to the heart; Where white arm'd childhood twines the neck of age; Where hospitable cares light up the hearth, Cheering the lonely traveller on his way.

MRS. GILMAN.

32. Thine be a cot beside the hill: A beehive's hum shall sooth thine ear; A willowy brook that turns the mill With many a fall, shall linger near.