The Little Sunfish of the Brook, by Isaac McLellan
I remember those gay dawnings when life was fre...
I remember those gay dawnings when life was fre...
October's flaming banners, of purple and of go...
After a lengthened life, I walk again
The woo...
You know, my dear Sancho, the shooting is o'e...
O'er the fair face of Nature let us muse,
And...
Well do I love those various harmonies
That ri...
Morn on the Summer Sea--the breaking light
Is ...
A noble sight is this, I ween,
Fair panorama...
It is October, and the glory of the year
Is i...
The flushing dawn had scarcely tipt
The mornin...
Amid the vast, eternal ice,
The crystal plai...
'Tis a fair haunt, a lovely scene
With vale a...
For days the hunter march'd o'er wooded hills
...
Here in this genial Mexic land,
Where soft is...
Twilight silently, softly falls,
Touching va...
Sea-Bird, skimmer of the waves,
Whither doth...
The seaboy sailing o'er the main,
Far-gazing ...
When soft May breezes fan th' awaking woods,
...
It is a fair, pellucid lake,
With towering b...
We cross'd a brawling mountain torrent, far
F...
Out in the woodlands all alone,
Out in the fo...
For days the hunter over open plains
Fring'd b...
Sailing across the lonely seas,
Sailing acros...
When the glory of sunset fades in the skies
As...
Amid the wildernesses vast
That gird the Missi...