When Spring unlocks the flowers to paint the When Winter winds are piercing chill Whither, midst falling dew Why comes this fragrance on the Summer breeze Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true Yet one smile more, departing, distant sun! PROSE EXTRACTS FROM "Our Village" (A Frost Scene) "Beauties of the Country" (February fill-dike) "The Spectator" (On Gladness in Spring) "The Complete Angler" ("The time of the singing "The Complete Angler" (An Evening in May) ogies). "Chapters on Flowers" (Garden Thoughts) 66 the dying Gipsy) Kavanagh" (Autumnal Beauty). "Pages from my Note-book" (November Bonfires). 66 Kavanagh" (The First Snow) LONDON: R. CLAY, SON, AND TAYLOR, PRINTERS, BREAD STREET HILL. |