...grass Thy twofold shout I hear, That seems to fill the whole air's space, As loud far off as near. The same whom in my schoolboy days I listen'd to ; that cry Which made ire look • thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods...

...babbling only to the Vale, § Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou...•No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery ; * This was a favourite poem of the Author, and he dwells upon it in his preface to the Edition of...

...babbling to the vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, And unto me thou bringest a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring ' Even yet thou...voice, a mystery. The same whom in my school-boy days I listened to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee...

...Anil unto me thou bring'st a tale itf visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring \ Kvi-n yet thou art to me No bird, but an invisible thing,...A voice, a mystery. The same whom in my school-boy daya I listen'd to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek...

...bring'st a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the spring ! Even yet thou art to mo No bird, but an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. The same whom in my school-boy days I listen' d to ; that cry Which made me look a thousand wayo In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee...

...shall I call thee bird', Or but a wandering voice1 ? " The same that in my school-boy days I listened to — that cry — Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. " To see thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope — a love...

...babbling only to the vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou...voice, a mystery ; The same, whom in my schoolboy days 1 listened to ; that Cry Which made me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and aky. To seek thee...

...babbling only to the Vale, Of sunshine and of flowers, Thou bringest unto me a tale Of visionary hours. Thrice welcome, darling of the Spring ! Even yet thou...me look a thousand ways In bush, and tree, and sky. To seek thee did I often rove Through woods and on the green ; And thou wert still a hope, a love ;...

...an invisible thing, A voice, a mystery. THE CUCKOOS. " The same whom in my schoolboy days I listened to : that cry Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. " To seek thee did I often rove Through wood> and on the green ; And thou vert still a hope, a love...

...I call thee bird', Or but a wandering voice' ? 3. " The same that in my school-boy days I listened to — that cry — Which made me look a thousand ways, In bush, and tree, and sky. 4. ' ' To see thee did I often rove 140 PART U. IV. THE SCRATCHERS OR POULTRY BIRDS (RASORES), OFTEN...