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ANNOUNCEMENT.
IN producing this Book of Landscapes by BIRKET FOSTER, it is the intention of the Publishers to give in a collected form specimens of the works of this justly popular Artist, which have already appeared in their series of Illustrated Gift Books.
BROADWAY, LUDGATE.
CONTENTS AND ILLUSTRATIONS.
Towards the Church-yard he had turned aside.
Go staggering through the fords
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Bearing his Brother on his back
Yon precipice ;-it almost looks
Like some vast building made of many crags
Where village statesmen talk'd with looks profound,
And news much older than their ale went round
At a short distance from my cottage stands
A stately Fir-grove
In a cottaged vale she dwells,
Listening to the Sabbath bells!
'Cross the calm lake's blue shades the cliffs aspire,
With towers and woods, a "prospect all on fire"
We met in secret, in the depth of night
When there was none to watch us
Alas! how changed from the fair scene,
When birds sang out their mellow lay
I could not pray :-through tears that fell in showers
I saw my own dear home, that was no longer ours
Those fraternal Four of Borrowdale,
Joined in one solemn and capacious grove
His wizard course where hoary Derwent takes,
Through crags and forest glooms and opening lakes
On Christmas Eve the bells were rung;
On Christmas Eve the mass was sung
This sea that bares her bosom to the moon
As mine own shadow was this child to me,
A second self, far dearer and more fair
And in the weedy moat the heron, fond
Of solitude, alighted
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From those green banks I turn now, heart-broken and dreary,
As the sun sets, to weep o'er the grave of my bride.
Upon the forest-side in Grasmere Vale
There dwelt a Shepherd, Michael was his name
His Helpmate was a comely matron, old—
Though younger than himself full twenty years
He as a watchman oftentimes was placed
At gate or gap, to stem or turn the flock
And all the neighbours, as he passed their doors,
Came forth with wishes and with farewell prayers
There by the Sheepfold, sometimes was he seen
Sitting alone, with that his faithful dog
Her beauty seemed not of a mortal birth
Sweet bird, that sing'st away the early hours
Of winters past, or coming, void of care
And Lucy, at her wheel, shall sing,
In russet gown and apron blue
How glorious is thy girdle cast
O'er mountain, tower, and town
Now who is he that bounds with joy
On Carrock's side, a shepherd boy?
While to my fond words she listened