...reader examine the poem we have selected, and then say whether we are correct or not. CONTEMPLATIONS. SOME time now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus...bed. The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Where gilded o'er by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem'd painted, but was true Of...

...examine the poem we have selected, and then say whether we are correct or not. CONTEMPLATIONS. SOME lime now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted...bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Where gilded o'er by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem'd painted, but was true Of...

...and expression. The length of the extract the curious reader will readily forgive. CONTEMPLATIONS. SOME time now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus...bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Ware irit,i..,) ,iW hv hil rirli f nlit,iu head. 404 American Poetry. [November, Their leaves and fruits...

...article with selecting a few of the verses. " Some time now past, in the autumnal tide, When Phrrbus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad,...of pride, Were gilded o'er by his rich golden head i Their leaves and fruits seemed painted, but were true, Of green, of red, of yellow mixed hue ; Wrapt...

...whether we are correct or not. CONTEMPLATIONS. SOME time now past in the Autumnal Tide, When Phcebus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of pride, Where gilded o'er by his rich golden head. Their leaves and fruits seem'd painted, but was true Of...

...Some time полу past in the Autumnal Tide, When I'huibus wanted but one hour to bed, The trees nil richly clad, yet void of pride, Were gilded o'er by his" rich golden head. Their leaves :u;d fruits seem'd piiiated, but was true Of green, of red, of yellow, mixed hew. Wrapt were my senses...

...Children, Children, liv'd to fee, Then dying, left a bleffed memory. CONTEMPLATIONS. [221] time now paft in the Autumnal Tide, When Phoebus wanted but one...bed, The trees all richly clad, yet void of -pride, Where gilded o're by his rich golden head. Their leaves & fruits feem'd painted, but was true Of green,...

...stands confronting the gorgeous array of the forests when robed in their October tints: " Sometime now past in the autumnal tide, When Phoebus wanted...pride, Were gilded o'er by his rich golden head." 1 Her eye advances from one glorious object to another, " the stately oak," " the glistering sun,"...

...stands confronting the gorgeous array of the forests when robed in their October tints : " Sometime now past in the autumnal tide, When Phoebus wanted...pride, Were gilded o'er by his rich golden head." 1 Her eye advances from one glorious object to another, " the stately oak," " the glistering sun,"...

...stands confronting the gorgeous array of the forests when robed in their October tints : " Sometime now past in the autumnal tide, When Phoebus wanted...pride, Were gilded o'er by his rich golden head." ' Her eye advances from one glorious object to another, " the stately oak," " the glistering sun,"...