{East Coast of Scotland, p. 1.) 



" Whither, midst faUing dew, 

 While gZow the heavens with the last steps of day, 

 Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue 



Thy soHtary way ? 



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Seek'st thou the plashy brink 

 Of weedy lake, or marge of river wide, 

 Or where the rocking billows rise and sink 



On the chafed ocean's side ? 



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All day thy wings have fanned 

 At that far height, the cold, thin, atmosphere. 

 Yet stoop not, weary, to the welcome land, 

 Though the dark night is near." 



CuLLEN Bryant. 



{East Coast of England, p. 27.) 



♦' Wild birds that change 



Their season in the night, and wail their way 

 From cloud to cloud," 



{West Coast of Scotland, p. 55.) 



Where the Northern Ocean in vast whirls 

 Boils round the naked, melancholy Isles 



Of further Thule, 



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Who can recount what transmigrations there 

 Are annually made ? What nations come and go ? 

 And how the Uving clouds arise. 

 Infinite wings ! tiU all the plume- dart( air 

 And rude resounding shore are one wild cry ? " 



{Irish Coast, p. 73.) 



*' Islets, so freshly fair. 



That never hath bird come nigh them, 

 But from his course thro' air 



He has been won down by them." 



