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LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS.

Portrait of the author

"Nature, in her calm, majestic march".

"Go forth, under the open sky, and list To Nature's teachings"

"Beside the snow-bank's edges cold"

"Had shaken down on earth the feathery snow, And all was white

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. . . yon clear spring, that, midst its herbs, Wells softly forth and wandering steeps the roots Of half the mighty forest"

"Heavily poured on the shuddering ground"

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"Ah me! what armed nations-Asian horde,

And Libyan host, the Scythian and the Gaul-
Have swept your base and through your passes poured"

"Midst greens and shades the Catterskill leaps"

"Here are old trees, tall oaks, and gnarled pines"

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"The sheltered glens are lovely and the rivulet's song is sweet"

"... Oft we trod a waste of pearly sands, Spotted with rosy shells, and thence looked in At caverns of the sea whose rock-roofed halls Lay in blue twilight"

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"The elder of the brothers, as he stood
Upon the hillside, had beheld the maid,
Emerging from the channel of the brook,
With three fresh water-lilies in her hand "

"And in that hall a joyous multitude

Of these by whom its glistening walls were reared"

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"Around that little grave, in the long night,
Frost-wreaths were laid and tufts of silvery rime
In shape like blades and blossoms of the field "

"Deem not the framing of a deathless lay The pastime of a drowsy summer day

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"... Do there not run

Strange shudderings through your fibres when the axe
Is raised against you, and the shining blade

Deals blow on blow?"

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MEMOIR.

BY RICHARD HENRY STODDARD.

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