Geographical reader, Issue 3

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Page 82 - O'er moor and mountain green, O'er the red streamer that heralds the day, Over the cloudlet dim, Over the rainbow's rim, Musical cherub, soar, singing, away ! Then, when the gloaming comes, Low in the heather blooms Sweet will thy welcome and bed of love be ! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place — Oh, to abide in the desert with thee ! JAMES HOGG.
Page 14 - SHE dwelt among the untrodden ways Beside the springs of Dove, A Maid whom there were none to praise, And very few to love. A Violet by a mossy stone Half-hidden from the eye ! — Fair as a star, when only one Is shining in the sky.
Page 61 - This is my own, my native land"? Whose heart hath ne'er within him burned As home his footsteps he hath turned, From wandering on a foreign strand?
Page 131 - It was the schooner Hesperus, That sailed the wintry sea; And the skipper had taken his little daughter To bear him company. Blue were her eyes as the fairy-flax, Her cheeks like the dawn of day, And her bosom white as the hawthorn buds, That ope in the month of May. The skipper he stood beside the helm, His pipe was in his mouth, And he watched how the veering flaw did blow The smoke now West, now South. Then up and spake an old...
Page 131 - He wrapped her warm in his seaman's coat Against the stinging blast; He cut a rope from a broken spar, And bound her to the mast. "O father! I hear the church-bells ring, O say, what may it be ? " " 'Tis a fog-bell on a rock-bound coast!
Page 91 - The startled waves leap over it ; the storm Smites it with all the scourges of the rain, And steadily against its solid form Press the great shoulders of the hurricane.
Page 82 - BIRD of the wilderness, Blithesome and cumberless, -Sweet be thy matin o'er moorland and lea! Emblem of happiness, Blest is thy dwelling-place Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud.
Page 184 - Tis want that makes my cheek so pale. Yet I was once a mother's pride, And my brave father's hope and joy ; But in the Nile's proud fight he died — And I am now an orphan...
Page 14 - Upon thy flowery banks to lie, And view thy silver stream, When gilded by a Summer's beam ! And in it all thy wanton fry Playing at liberty...
Page 82 - Oh to abide in the desert with thee ! Wild is thy lay and loud, Far in the downy cloud, Love gives it energy, love gave it birth. Where, on thy dewy wing, Where art thou journeying ? Thy lay is in heaven, thy love is on earth.

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