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vation, when the wind blows, but the fact is, it is of Greek derivation, from its appearance in a 

 month subject to a variety of winds. 



All wan and shivering in the leafless glade, - 



The sad Anemony reclined her head; - 



Grief on her cheeks had paled the roseate hue. 

 And her sweet eye-lids dropped with pearly dew. 



Breathe, gentle air! from cherub-lips impart 



Thy balmi/ influence to my anguished heart; 



Thou, whose soft voice calls forth the tender blooms. 



Whose pencil paints them, and whose breath perfumes; 

 ^' O chase the Fiend of Frost, with leaden mace, 

 '' Who seals in death-like sleep our hapless race; 

 ^' Melt his hard heart, release his iron hand. 



And give my zVo/3/jf?e/a/5 to expand; 



So may each bud, that decks the brow of spring. 



Shed all its incense on thy wafting wing!'' 

 To her fond prayer propitious Zephyr yields. 

 Sweeps on his sliding shell through azure fields. 

 O'er her fair mansion waves his whispering wand. 

 And gives her ivory petals to expand. 

 Gives with new life her filial train to rise. 

 And hail with kindling smiles the genial skies. ; .; 



So shines the Nymph in beauty's blooming pride, \ 

 When Zephyr wafts her deep calash aside. 

 Tears with rude kiss her bosom's gauzy veil. 

 And flings her fluttering kerchief to the gale. 

 So bright, the folding canopy undrawn. 

 Glides the gilt Landau o'er the velvet lawn; 

 Of beaux and belles displays the glittering throng. 

 And soft airs fan them as they roll along. 



Darwin. 



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Not many days after the appearance of the swallow, a second Herald of the return of 

 Spring comes to us, the Nightingale {Luscinia,) 



Borne on the warm wing of the western gale, , ; 

 How tremulously sweet is heard to float . 

 Through the green budding trees that fringe the vale, 

 _. The QwAy Nightingale'^ prelusive note, 



^Tis Hope's instinctive power that through the grove 



Tells, how benignant Heaven revives the earth; 

 ^Tis the soft voice of young and timid love 



That calls these melting sounds of sweetness forth. 



Charlotte Smith. 



