Motion so fair.
For all things useless I to thee have said,
1816.-----AT MIDNIGHT HOUR.
1814.-----SONG AND STRUCTURE.
Her bosom, veil'd till then, will show.
Heaven's child, the daughter of the clouds,--For her alone he seems to shine;
At the furthermost end of the palace.--
And seeks the forest green,Proof of imprisonment he bears behind him,A morsel of the thread once used to bind him;
"Bravo!" added in turn the druggist, with eagerness speaking"Had I but money to spare in my pocket, you surely should have it,Silver and gold alike; for your followers certainly need it.Yet I'll not leave you without a present, if only to show youMy good will, and I hope you will take the will for the action."Thus he spoke, and pull'd out by the strings the leather embroider'dPouch, in which he was wont his stock of tobacco to carry,Daintily open'd and shared its contents--some two or three pipes' full."Small in truth is the gift," he added. The magistrate answered:"Good tobacco is always a welcome present to trav'llers."Then the druggist began his canister to praise very highly.But the pastor drew him away, and the magistrate left them."Come, let us hasten!" exclaimed the sensible man, "for our young friendAnxiously waits; without further delay let him hear the good tidings."
The country girls fair,Who rosy-red ribbons
ALEXIS AND DORA.