...decorations of the groves ; and as the forests and flowers of land have their birds and butterflies, so . " Life in rare and beautiful forms Is sporting amid those bowers of stone ;'' for fish of various hues, red, blue, purple, green, and other brilliant shades, keep constant play,...

...groves ; and as the forests and flowers of land have their birds and butterflies, so '•' — — - Life in rare and beautiful forms Is sporting amid those bowers of stone ;" for fish of various hues, red, blue, purple, green, and other brilliant shades, keep constant play,...

...sweeps through the clear, deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet +tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland +lea ; And life, in rare and beautiful...waves his own ; And when the ship from his fury flies, When the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the +murky skies, And +demons are...

...sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea : And life, in rare and beautiful...waves his own : And when the ship from his fury flies, When the myriad voices of Ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting...

...sweeps through the clear deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea : And life, in rare and beautiful...waves his own : And when the ship from his fury flies, When the myriad voices of Ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting...

...noiseless there, And the sands are bright as the stars that glow In the motionless field of upper air. And life, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of etone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave his own." How old...

...sweeps through the clear, deep sea ; And the yellow and scarlet tufts of ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea : And life, in rare and beautiful...waves his own. And when the ship from his fury flies, When the myriad voices of ocean roar, When the wind-god frowns in the murky skies, And demons are waiting...

...field of upper air. And lite, in rare and beautiful forms, Is sporting amid those bowers of {tone, And is safe when the wrathful spirit of storms Has made the top of the wave hU own." How old and gray-headed Mr. Grandfather is. At Boston, in 1783, he heard the bells ring...

...position for examination. There we may indeed convince ourselves that the poet is right; that— " Life in rare and beautiful forms Is sporting amid those bowers of stone." There we may study the habits of the living creatures about which we have read, it may be with a feeling...

...ocean Are bending like corn on the upland lea: And life, in rare and beautiful ibrms, Is sporting arnid those bowers of stone, And is safe, when the wrathful spirit of storms Ilas made the top of the waves his own: And when the ship from his fury flies, Where the myriad voices...