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COMBINATIONS OF VERSES.
Such is the fate of artless maid, Sweet flow'ret of the rural shade I By iove's simplicity betrayed
And guileless trust, Till she, like thee, all soiled, is laid Low i' the dust.
Bums. " Mountain Daisy."
Beside the ungathered rice he lay,
His sickle in his hand ; His breast was bare, his matted hair
Was buried in the sand. Again in the mist and shadow of sleep He saw his Native Land.
Longfellow. "The Slave's Dream."
O Mary, go and call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, And call the cattle home, Across the sands o' Dee. The western wind was wild and dark with foam, And all alone went she.
And thou hast walked about (how strange a story I)
In Thebes's streets three thousand years ago. When the Memnonium was in all its glory,
And time had not begun to overthrow Those temples, palaces, and piles stupendous Of which the very ruins are tremendous !
Horace Smith. * Address to a Mummy."
Fair pledges of a fruitful tree, Why do you fall so fast ? Your date is not so past,