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Above all low Letay,

Of sinful passion free,
Aloit through virtue's purer air,

than thought, into mid a r, to sport one mo

But high she shoots through air and light, ment with aerial beings. Again it sweeps

Where nothing eartniy wounds her flight, in silence past our feet, over the spiral reeds,

Or shadow dims her way. around, above us, gliding through the shad

So grant me, God, from every slain 27s, and flickering through the sunshine; but never resting, and yet never weary; for

To steer iny flight to thee! the spirit than animates its bounding bosom, and stretches forth its giddy wing, is one

No sin to cloud, no lure to stay,

My soul, as home she springe, that knows no sleep until light has vanished Thy sunshine on her joyful wry, from the world, no sadness until the sweets Thy freedoin on her wings." of summer are exhausted. And then arises that vague mysterious longing for a milder But neither the wonderful instinct of this sphere-that irrepressible energy to do and undeviating messenger, nor even the classi

dare what to mere reason would appear im- cal association of the two white doves with 1 practicable; and forth it launches with its the queen of love and beauty, are more

faithful companions, true to the appointed powerful in awakening poetical ideas than time, upon the boundless ocean of infinitude, the simple cooing of our own wood pimeon, trusting to it knows not what, yet trusting still heard sometimes in the silent solemnity of

With the cuckoo, our associations are in summer's noon, when there is no other sound some respects the same as with the swallow, but the hum of the wandering bee, as he except that we are in the habit of regarding comes laden and rejoicing home, when the it simply as a voice; and what a voice? sun is alone in the heavens, and the cattle How calm, and clear, and rich! Ilow full are sleeping in the shade, and not a single of all that can be told of the endless profu- breath of air is whispering through the sion of summer's charms !—of the hawihorn, boughs, and the deep dark shadows of the in its scented blooin, of the blossoms of the clm and the sycamore lie motionless upon apple, and the silvery waving of the fresh the earth-or, in the cool evening, when ihe green corn, of the cowslip in the meadow,

shadows, less distinct, are lengthened out and the wild rose by the woodland path upon the lawn, and the golden west is tingand last, but not least in its poetical beauty, ing here and there the bright green foliage of the springing up of the meek-eyed daisy, with a brighter hue, when the shepherd is to welcome the foot of the traveller, upon turning to his rest, it is then that the soft

numbering his flock, and the labourer is rethe soft and grassy turf.

Above all other birds, the dove is most in- sweet cooing of the dove, bursting forth, as timately and familiarly associated in our it were, from the pure fount of love and joy minds with ideas of the quiet seclusion of within its breast, sounds like the lullaby of rural life, and the enjoyment of peace and nature, and diffuses over the mind that holy love. This simple bird, by no means re

calm which belongs to our best and happiest markable for its sagacity, so soft in its co

feelings. louring, and graceful in its form, that we

From the timid moor cock, the “whirring cannot behold it without being conscious of partridge,” and the shy water fowl that its perfect loveliness, is in some instances

scarcely dares to plume its beauteous wing in endowed with an extraordinary instinct, the moonlight of our autumnal evening, when which adds greatly to its poetical interest the floods are high, and the wind rushes That species called 110 carrier pigeon, has whispering through the long sere grass, often been celebrated for the faithfulness down to the russet wren that looks so yravewith which it pursues its mysterious way,

ly conscious of the proprieties of life, there is but never more beautifully han in the fol- scarcely one class of the feathered tribe to lowing lines by Moore.

which imagination does not readily and

naturally assign an intellectual, or rather a * The bird .et loose in eastern skies,

moral character, associating it with feelings When hastening fondly horne, Ne'er stoops to enrth ber wing, or tlies

and capabilities, of which the little flutterer Where idler wanderers roum ;

is (perhaps lappily for itself) unconscious.

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The peacock is a striking illustration of this the owl s particularly d.stinguished; and fact. The beauty of his plurnage is in all such is the grave aspect of its countenance, proba). y lost upon him, yet because it con- so nearly resembling the human face in the esis of wat rich and gaudy colouring, which traits which are considered as indicative of is consistent with our notions of what vanity sagacity and earnest thought, that the andelights in, and because the lengthened cients dignified this bird by making it the garniture of his tail requires that for conve- emblem of wisdom, though there seems to niecce and repose he should often place be little in its real nature to merit such exalhimself in an elevated situation, he has ob- tation. From the extreme timidity of the tained a character which there is little in his owl, and its habitual concealment from the real nature to justify, and as an emblem of light of day, it is difficult to become familiar pride, is placed by the side of Juno in her with its character. We see it sailing forth regal dignity. This tendency of the mind on expanded wings in the gray twilight of to throw over sensible objects a colouring of the evening, when other birds have retired its own, is also proved by the character to their nightly rest; or we behold it in the which mankind have bestowed upon the distance a misty speck, half light, half sharobin redbreast, in reality a jealous, quarrel- dow, just visible in the same proportion, and some, and unamiable bird; yet such is the with the same obscurity of outline and counobtrusive and meek beauty of its little lour, as in our infancy we fancied that spiriform, the touching pathos of its “still small | tual beings from another world made thiemvoice," and the appeals it seems ever to be selves perceptible in this. Besides which, making to the kindness and protection of the voice of the owl, as it comes shrieking on man, that the poet perpetually speaks of the the midnight blast, and its mysterious breathrobin with tenderness and love, and even ings, half sighs, half whispers, heard the rude ravager of the woods spares a amongst the ivy wreaths of the ruin, all tend breast so lovely, and so full of simple melody. i to give to this bird a character of sadness,

Birds as well as other animals, owe much solemnity and awe. of their poetical interest to the fabulous part The raven, strikingly sagacious and venof their history; thus, the pelican is said to erable in its appearance, is still believed by feed her young with the life-blood flowing the superstitious to be a bird of ill omen; from her own bosom, and this unnatural act and much as we may be disposed to despise of maternal aflection is quoted by the poet such prognostications as the flight, or the as a favourite simile for self-devotion under cry of dillerent birds, there is something in various forms. Of the swan it is said and the habits, but especially in the voice of the sung, that in dying she breathes forth in raven, which gives it a strange and almost strain of plaintive song; but even without feartul character. It seems to hold no comthis poetical fable, the swan is associated munion with the joyous spirits, to have no with so much that is graceful and lovely, / association with the happy scenes of earth; that we cannot think of this majestic queen but leads a lengthened and unsocial life of the water, sailing forth like a snow-white amongst the gloony shades of the veneragallery on the silver tide, without losing our ble forest, in the deep recesses of the pathselves in a romantic dream of lakes and ri- less mountain, or on the rocky summit of the vers, and that sylvan scenery which the beetling crag that overlooks the ocean's blue swan is known to frequent.

abyss; and when it goes forth, with its saWe have yet given our attention only to ble pinions spread like the wings of a dark those birds whose nature and habits are pro- angel upon the wind, its hoarse and collow ductive of pleasing associations. There are croak echoes from rock to rock, as if telling, others no less poetical, whose home is in the in those dreary and appalling tones, of the desert or the mountain, whose life is in the fleshy feast to which it is hastening, of die storm or on the field of carnage ; and it is to death-pangs of the mountain deer, of ue these especially that fabulous nistory has cry of the perishing kid, and of the bones of given importance and celebrity.

the shipwrecked seaman whitening in the For its mysterious and gloomy character, surge.

To the eagle mankind have agreed in as or almost any other than what it is, it would signing a sort of regal character, from the have broken the harmony of the picture; majesty of his bearing, and the proud pre- but its breast is of the form of the ocean eminence he maintains amongst the fea- waves, and the misty hue of its darker pluthered tribe; from the sublimity of his mage is like the blending of the vapoury chosen home, far above the haunts of man clouds with the cold blue of the deep sea and meaner animals, from the self-seclusion below. Not only in its colouring, but in the in which he holds himself apart from the wild gracefulness of its movements, in iis general association of living and familiar shrill cry, in its swift and circling flight, and things, and from the beauty and splendour in the reckless freedom with which it sails of his sagacious eye, which shrinks not from above the drear abyss, its dark shadow rethe dazzling glare of the sun itstif. Innu- flected in the hollow of the concave waters, merable are the fables founded upon the pe- and its white plumage flashing like a gleam culiar babits of this bird, all tending to ex- of light, or like the ocean spray, from rock to ! alt him in the scale of moral and intellectual rock, it assimilates so entirely with the whole ii importance; but to the distinction conferred character of the scene, that we look upon it ! upon him by the ancients when they raised as a living atom separated from the troubled , him to a companionship with Jove, is mainly and chaotic elements, a personification of the to be attributed the poetical interest with spirit of the storm, a combination of its foam which his character is universally invested. and its darkness, its light and its depth, its

There are many birds whose peculiar swiftness and its profound solemnity. haunts and habits render them no less useful Inferior to birds in their pictorial beauty, to the painter than the poet, by adding to though scarcely less conducive to poetical the pictorial effect of his landscape. In the interest, are the various tribes of insects that sheet of crystal water which skirts the no- people the earth and animate the air; but bleman's domain, and widens in front of his before turning our attention to these, it may castellated halls, we see the stately swan; be well to think for a moment in what manon the shady margin of the quiet stream, ner the poet's imagination is affecied by imbosomed in a copes-wood forest

, the shy fishes and reptiles. Of the poetry of fishes water hen ; the jackdaw on the old gray little can be said. Two kinds only occur to steeple of the village church; and a com me as being familiar in the language of pany of rooks winging their social way, poetry, and conducive to its figurative charm wherever the scenery is of a peaceful, culti- —the flying fish and the dolphin. The forvated, or rural character. By these means mer, in its transient and feeble flight, has our inimitable Turner delichts to give his been made the subject of some beautiful pictures their highly poetical character. The lines by Moore; and because of the perpeheron is one of his favorite birds, and when tual dangers which await it from innumerait stands motionless and solitary upon a bro- ble enemies, both in sea and air, it is often ken fragment of dark rock, looking down adopted as a simile for the helpless and perinto the clear deep water, with that imper- secuted children of earth ; while the dolturbable aspect of never-ending melancholy phin, from the beauty of its form, and the which marks it out as a fit accompaniment gorgeous colours which are said to be proof wild and secluded scenery, we feel almost duced by its last agonies, is celebrated in the as if the genius of the place were personi- poet's lay as an emblem of the glory which fied before us, and silent, and lonely, and shines mest conspicuously in the hour of unfrequented as these wilds may be, that death. there is at least one spirit which finds com

-parting day panionship in their solitude.

Dies like the dolphin, whom ench pang imbues But above all other birds, the seagull, as it diversifies the otherwise monotonous as

The last still loveliest, till,-'lis goue---and all is gray"

BYRIN pect of the ocean, is an essential accompaniment to every representation of a sea view. In fearful pre-eminence amongst those Had the colour of this bird been red or yellow, I animals commonly considered repulsive and

With a new colour, as it gasps swav:

degiaded, is the serpent, whose history is and diffusing poison-the locust, whose unavoidably associated with the introduc- plagues are often commemorated-the hortion of sin and sorrow into the world. Whe- net, to whose stings Milton describes Samson ther from this association, or from an instinc as comparing the accumulated agony of his tive horror of its “venomous tooth,” it is own restless thoughts—the glow-worm, certain that the serpent is more generally whose feeble light is like a fairy star, beamdreaded, and more loathed, even by those ing upward from a world upon which al who do not fear it, than any other living thing; other stars look down—and the cankerand yet how beautiful is its sagacious eye, worm, whose fatal ravages destroy the hou rich and splendid its colouring, how bloom of youth, and render void the prodelicate the tracery of net-work thrown all digality of summer-passing over all these over its glossy scales, how graceful and easy and many more, in which we recognise the its meandering movements, as it winds itself familiar companions of the poet, we turn our in amongst the rustling grass, how much attention to the butterfly and the moth, as like one of the fairest objects in nature, a being most associated with refined and clear blue river wandering through a distant agreeable ideas. valley! Yet all these claims to beauty, The butterfly is like a spiritual attendant which the serpent unquestionably possesses, upon the poet's path, whether he dreams of entitle it the more to the contempt and ab- it as an emblem of the soul, fluttering around horrence of mankind, by obtaining for it the the fair form of Psyche, or beholds it in no character of insinuating guile, which the less beautiful reality, sporting from flower to allurements it is recorded to have practised flower, and teaching him the highest intelupon our first mother seem fully to confirm. | lectual lesson-to gather sweets from all.

The toad, save for the “precious jewel in We are apt in our childhood to delight in his head," can scarcely be called poetical, the legendary tales of fairy people inhabitthough not unfrequenty found in verse as a ing the groves, the gardens, or the fields, striking similitude for the extreme of ugliness, and regard with an interest almost superstias well as for a despicable proneness to grovel | tious, that mysterious circle of dark green in what is earthly and most abhorrent to our verdure that remains from year to year finer feelings, from its frequenting low, marking the enchanted spot, where once damp, unwholesome places, the banks of they were believed to hold their midnight stagnant pools, or the nettles and lone grass revels. Butterflies, in their exquisite colourthat wave over the gloomy and untrodden ing, their airy movements, and ephemeral ground where the dead lie sleeping in their lives, exhibit to the imaginative beholder no silent rest.

slight resemblance to these ideal beings, as The snail has certainly no strong claims they glide through the scented atmosphere to poetical merit; yet we often find it serv of the parterre, nestle in the velvet leaves ing the purpose of simile and illustration, of the rose, or touch without soiling the from its tardy movements, and the faculty it snowy bosom of the lily. has of carrying about its home, into which it The butterfly is also strikingly emblematshrinks on the first touch of the enemy. And ical of that delicacy which shrinks from even the lowly worm has some title to the communion with all that is rude or base. poet's regard, because of its utter degrada- Touch but its gorgeous wings, and their tion, and the circumstance of its being, of beauty falls away-immure the woodland all living things, most liable to injury, at the wanderer in captivity, and it pines and dies same time that it is one of the least capable --let the breath of the storm pass over it, of resistance or revenge.

and in an instant it perishes. Passing slightly over the multitudinous The moth is less splendidly beautiful than family of insects, we leave the beetle to his the butterfly. It has a graver character, evening flight-the grasshopper, whose and seeks neither the sunshine nor the flowmerry chirp enlivens the wayside traveller ers of summer; yet it is liable to be de-the bee, perhaps the most poetical of any, stroyed hy the same degree of violence. from his opposite qualities of collecting honey | Supporied by the same slight thread of lite,

and scarcely perceptible amongst the even conveying the following severe, yet just reing shadows, except as an animated speck proof to man. of moving mist, it yet possesses one striking characteristic, of which the poet fails not to

“ Has God, thou fool! work'd : lely for thy good. avail himself-a tendency to seek the light,

Thy joy, thy pastime, thy attire, thy food!

Who for thy table feeds the wanton fawn, even when that light must prove fatal to its For him as kindly spreads the tiow'ry lawn. own existence. How many poetical ideas

Is it for thee the lark ascends and sings ?

Joy tunes his voice, joy elevates his wings. has this simple tendency excited!

Is it for thee the linnet pours his throat? enough on this fertile theme. The reader Loves of his own, and raptures, swell the note. will doubtless be better pleased to examine

The bounding steed you pom pously bestride,

Shares with his lord the pleasure and the pride. the subject farther for himseli

, than to have

Is thine alone the seed that strews the plain 1 additional instances of the poetry of animals The birús of heaven shull vindicate their grain. placed before his view.

Thine the full harvest of the golden year 1

Part pays, and juwily, the deserving sieer" It is sufficient to add, in continuation of this subject, that without allowing ourselves time and opportunity to study the nature and habits of animals, we can never really feel that they constitute an important part of the THE POETRY OF EVENING. world which we inhabit. We may read of

them in books, and even be able to class ASCENDING in the scale of poetical inter!' them according to their names and the ge- est, the seasons might not improperly oc

nera to which they belong, but they will not cupy the next place in our regard, had they

enter into our hearts as members of the not already been especially the theme of one li brotherhood of nature, claiming kindred of our ablest poets. To describe the feelings

with ourselves, and entitled to our tender- which the seasons in their constant revoluness and love. Those who have known this tions, are calculated to excite, would therefellowship in early life will never lose the re-fore only be to recapitulate the language membrance of it to their latest day, but will and insult the memory of Thomson. There continue to derive from it refreshment and is one circumstance, however, connected joy, even as they tread the weary paths that with this subject which demands a lead through the dark passage of a sordid ment's attention here. It is the preference and troubled existence. The difference be- for certain seasons of the year evinced by tween those who study nature for them- different persons, according to the tone or selves, and those who only read of it in temperament of their own minds. There books, is much the same as between those are many tests by which human character who travel, and those who make themselves may be tried. In answering the simple acquainted with the situation of different question, “ which is your favourite season ?" countries upon a map. The mind of the tra we often betray more than we are aware of veller is stored with associations of a moral at the time, of the nature of our own feelings and intellectual character, which no map and character. It is no stretch of imaginacan suggest; and he who occasionally re tion to believe, certainly no misstatement of signs his soul to the genuine influence of fact to say, that the young and the innocent nature as it is seen and felt in the external | (or the good, who resemble both) almost inworld, will lay up a rich store of deep and variably make choice of spring as their faprecious thought, to be referred to for amuse-vourite season of the year; while the natument and consolation through the whole of rally morbid and melancholy, or those who his after life.

have made themselves so by the misuse of Had Pope, our inmortal poet, not culti- their best faculties, as invariably choose vated this intimate and familiar acquaint- autumn. Why so few make choice of sumance with the nature and habits of animals, mer is not easy to say, unless the oppressive he would never have thought them of suffi- sense of heat is too powerful in its influence cient importance to be made instrumental in upon the body to allow the mind to receive


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