Part 63

ROGERS.

33. The dense city's roofs Throng around thee, and the vertic' sun Pours from those glowing tiles a fervid heat Upon your shrinking nerves.

MRS. SIGOURNEY.

34. A lodge of ample size, But strange of structure and device; Of such materials, as around The workman's hand has readiest found.

SCOTT.

35. Among the jumbled heap of murky buildings.

KEATS.

36. You will be blest as now you are with friends, and home, and all That in the exulting joy of love your own you fondly call; Beloved and loving faces, that you've known so long and well, The dear familiar places where your childish footsteps fell, Where you join'd with careless heart and free your playmates' blooming band, As happy still as now in this,--you'll tread your native land.

MRS. OSGOOD.

37. On the well-sloped banks arise trim clumps, Some round and some oblong, of shrubs exotic; While, at respectful distance, rises up The red brick wall, with flues and chimney-tops And many a leafy crucifix adorn'd. The smooth expanse, Well cropp'd, and daily, as the owner's chin, Not one irregularity presents, Not even one grassy tuft in which a bird May find a home and cheer the dull domain.

GRAHAME--Birds of Scotland.

38. The city's gloom, that falls Where the same window fronts the same dull walls; To see new, weary idlers tread once more The mud or dust, which crowds have trod before, Or the gay chariot loiter to await Some fool you scorn, or envious flirt you hate.

DR. BROWN--Bower of Spring.

39. A lone dwelling, built by whom, or how, None of the rustic island people know. The isle and house are thine.-- Nature, with all her children, haunts the hill; The spotted deer bask in the fresh moonlight, Before thy gate.--Be this thy home in life.

SHELLEY.

40. In a city vast and populous, Whose thronging multitude Sends forth a sound afar off heard, Strong as the ocean flood; A strong, deep sound of many sounds, Toil, pleasure, pain, delight, And traffic, myriad-wheel'd, whose din Ceases not day and night.

MARY HOWITT.

41. A simple home, A plain well-order'd household, without show Of wealth or fashion.

PERCIVAL.

42. All day within your dreary house The doors upon their hinge will creak, The blue-fly sing in the pane, the mouse Behind the mouldering wainscot creep, Or from the crevice peer about.

TENNYSON.

43. Upon a green bank side, Skirting the smooth edge of a gentle river, Whose waters seem unwillingly to glide, Like parting friends, who linger ere they sever.

DRAKE.

44. Where streets are stifling, bustling, noisy, dry; Hot are the pavements as an oven floor; Dingy-red brick grows tiresome to the eye.

MARY HOWITT.

45. Refinement's chosen seat, Art's trophied dwelling, learning's green retreat.

SPRAGUE.

46. I know the spot; The curtain'd windows half exclude the light, Yet eager still to make their way, A thousand elfin sunbeams bright, Glittering about the carpet play. But what attracts you chiefly there Is one who in a cushion'd rocking-chair Doth sit and read.