{"1": {"fulltext": "PS 1672\\n.F56 R8\\nCopy 1", "height": "3418", "width": "2072", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0001.jp2"}, "2": {"fulltext": "Library of Congress.\\nUNITED STATES OF AMERICA.\\nChap.\\nShelf __.\\n9\u00e2\u0080\u0094404", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0002.jp2"}, "3": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0003.jp2"}, "4": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0004.jp2"}, "5": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0005.jp2"}, "6": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0008.jp2"}, "7": {"fulltext": "RUSTIC II II Y M E S\\nBY THE AUTHOR OF\\nWINTER STUDIES IN THE COUNTRY.\\ng^M\\nI am one\\nWho loves the green-wood bank and lowing herd,\\nThe russet prize, the lowly peasant s life.\\nSeasoned with sweet content.\\nPHILADELPHIA:\\nPARRY AND MCMILLAN\\n18 5 9.", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0009.jp2"}, "8": {"fulltext": "15 1^7^\\n.75-4 1^g\\nEntered according to the Act of Congress, in the year ISofl, by\\nTARRY AND. MCMILLAN,\\niu the Office of the Clerk of the-DTstrict Court of the United States in\\nand for the Eastern District of Pennsylvania.\\nPHILADELPHIA\\n\u00e2\u0096\u00a0OLLIXS, PRINTER, 70. LODGE ALLEY.", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0010.jp2"}, "9": {"fulltext": "CONTENTS.\\nDedication\\nThe Lawn\\nThe Snqw-Storm\\nThe Farmer\\nNature and Art\\nA Welcome\\nTo a Beautiful Woman\\nJenny Lind\\nThe Voice of Winter\\nV\\n13\\n39\\n61\\n82\\n90\\n94\\n]00\\n102", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0011.jp2"}, "10": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0012.jp2"}, "11": {"fulltext": "DEDICATION\\nTo a friend very dear,\\nThough a critic severe,\\nWhose fastidious eye.\\nWas eager to spy,\\nEach fault of the bard\\nAnd blemish, that marred\\nThe sense and design\\nOr grace of his line,\\nThat it might have merit\\nAnd appear ^Yith credit,\\nWhen it showed it s face\\nIn a public place\\nWho was shy to praise,\\nThose parts of his lays,\\nWhich he deemed the best,\\nBut Avould still suggest,\\nTwas safer for him,\\nWhen he tried to rhyme", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0013.jp2"}, "12": {"fulltext": "VI DEDICATION\\nAnd thought he could do it,\\nTo recall some poet\\nLike Pope or like Byron,\\nAnd still keep his eye on\\nA model above him,\\nWhose art might improve him\\nNor must he be stuffed\\nWith conceit or puffed\\nWith the vain idea,\\nThat the world would see a\\nBeauty in su.ch rhymes\\nAs his in these times.\\nThat if he should try them\\nIn print, none would buy them,\\nWhen every bookseller\\nCopies of Longfellow,\\nBryant, and Tennyson,\\nAnd Waldo Emerson,\\nDisplayed in his store,\\nWith a number more\\nOf illustrious name.\\nThe favorites of fame.\\nFor him to aspire\\nTo rank among those.\\nIn verse or in prose,\\nWas like the desire\\nOf a moth for a star.\\nTwould be wiser by far", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0014.jp2"}, "13": {"fulltext": "DEDICATION. Vll\\nTo look after his land\\nAnd direct plough and cart,\\nThan to try his rude hand\\nIn attempts at high art.\\nTo this critic sincere,\\nSo exacting yet dear,\\nThe verses here printed.\\nAre humbly presented,\\nWith misgiving and fear.", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0015.jp2"}, "14": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0016.jp2"}, "15": {"fulltext": "RUSTIC RHYMES\\nTHE LAWN\\nMy whole life I have lived in pleasant thought,\\nAs if life s business were a suuiiuer mood.\\nWOKDSWORTir.\\nThe day is hot, and near its noon,\\nAlthough, as yet, tis only June\\nMy morning s work light task is done,\\nAnd now, beneath these trees, I shun\\nThe fierceness of the blazing sun.\\nI sit within the ample shade,\\nBy an embowering maple made,", "height": "3289", "width": "1931", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0017.jp2"}, "16": {"fulltext": "14 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nQue of a tall and thrifty band,\\nThat round the house protecting stand;\\nPlanted they were by my own hand,\\nAnd through many a pleasant year\\nI ve watched them with parental care.\\nWillow and linden, sycamore,\\nAnd dark horse-chestnut arching o er,\\nAnd trembling silver poplars greet\\nEach other, as their branches meet.\\nThe beech, with foliage bright and gay,\\nAnd smooth clear trunk of mottled gray\\nStretches its leafy arms to embrace\\nThe sugar maple s form of grace.\\nAcacia blossoms scent the air,\\nThe feathery English ash is here.\\nTall planes with scaly, speckled bark,\\nAnd pines, with foliage green and dark,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0018.jp2"}, "17": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 15\\nWhilst up among them, frequent strikes,\\nThe Norway fir its emerald spikes.\\nAround they stand, and overhead,\\nTheir mingled leaves and branches spread\\nA rustling, manj^-tinted roof,\\nAgainst the noonday sunbeams proof,\\nThrowing, as fitful breezes pass.\\nWavering shadows on the grass.\\nA canopy of quivering light\\nAnd shifting color, dark and bright,\\nAlive with graceful motion, swaying,\\nResponsive to the light winds playing\\nAmong the boughs, whose murmurs tell\\nThey love the gentle dalliance well.\\nWith their low tones in union meet.\\nMingle the voices, clear and sweet.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0019.jp2"}, "18": {"fulltext": "16 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nOf joyous birds, who sit and sing,\\nTill all the trees with music ring.\\nWhat artist s mind hath ever planned,\\nWhat skilful workman s cunning hand,\\nHath ever built, for princely power,\\nA hall in palace or in tower,\\nSo well-adorned, retired and cool,\\nSo stately and so beautiful.\\nWithin this shadowy saloon\\nI spend the sultry hours of noon.\\nEnjoying summer shade and air,\\nLounging at ease in rustic chair.\\nI gaze upon the landscape wide.\\nThat stretches far on either side\\nOf ancient wood and fertile plain.\\nWaving with crops of grass and grain,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0020.jp2"}, "19": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. It\\nAnd decked throngliout the varied scene,\\nIn nature s summer dress of green\\nOf winding river, sparkling bright,\\nAnd flashing in the noonday light\\nAnd watch the fleecy clouds that lie\\nLike drifts of snow piled in the sky.\\nBlending their gray and silver hue\\nWith its expanse of stainless blue:\\nFantastic forms, that change before\\nThe eye their outline can explore.\\nYet in all the myriad changes,\\nThrough which their filmy substance ranges,\\nStill beautiful, as moonlight gleams.\\nOr woman s smiles, or poet s dreams.\\nOft from the soft and radiant grace.\\nThat glows around on nature s face,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0021.jp2"}, "20": {"fulltext": "18 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nI turn to that which likewise shines\\nIn some old bard s enduring lines,\\nOr which illumes the serious page\\nOf saint or philosophic sage.\\nIdealizing Hamlet s thought,\\nOphelia s love to madness wrought.\\nWeak, tempted Macbelh s moral fall,\\nSubtle lago s heart of gall,\\nLear s sacred rage and bitter wrong,\\nGentle Cordelia, true and strong,\\nPortia s soft heart and lofty mind,\\nTender, fantastic Rosalind,\\nGlowing Juliet s youthful fire,\\nMiranda s innocent desire.\\nTricksy Ariel, Caliban,\\nHuman fairy, monster man,\\nWitches and dancing elves and sprites.\\nPeopling the groves in starry nights,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0022.jp2"}, "21": {"fulltext": "T 1 1 E L A W N 19\\nGreat Kings and Qiieens, renowned of old,\\nAmbitious priests and warriors bold,\\nCourtiers and clowns and villains dark,\\nIn Shakspeare s page they live and work.\\nStill in his verse resistless flow,\\nTerror and beauty, love and woe.\\nAnd the creations of his mind\\nThough ne er with human shape combined.\\nSuch is the wondrous power of art,\\nOf mankind seem to form a part;\\nTo be, than history less ideal,\\nThan what we see and know, more real.\\nThey rise before me as I look\\nO er the weird pages of his book.\\nIts words of power were written, wdien\\nI was not numbered among men,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0023.jp2"}, "22": {"fulltext": "20 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nAnd as each generation passed,\\nTheir magic spell did o er it cast\\nThey yet will speak to countless minds\\nWhen I am scattered to the winds.\\nAs the old mountains, and the sea\\nAnd stars which shine eternally,\\nUnchanged themselves, inspire and sway\\nKaces that flourish and decay,\\nSeeking affinity with mind,\\nIn whate er fleeting forms enshrined.\\nAnd gaining ever homage due\\nFrom mind forever clothed anew,\\nAnd doomed to flow as it began,\\nA restless, tnrhid stream of man.\\nOft, too, beneath the spreading trees.\\nIn dreamy, mystic reveries.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0024.jp2"}, "23": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 21\\nMy musing, wond ring tlioiiglits aspire\\nTo spheres beyond the minstrel s lyre,\\nHis moving scenes and words of fire;\\nBeyond the passion and the strife.\\nAnd interests of our fleeting life.\\nI seek to find some guiding clue\\nTo lead me to the real, the true;\\nTo that which was e er time begun,\\nWhich will be when its course is run,\\nWhich rules and moves this wondrous all\\nIn which I live, an atom small.\\nYet with a comprehensive soul\\nThat sees and pants to know the whole.\\nTo raise the curtain from the shrine\\nAnd gaze on truth and power divine.\\nBewildered in this wondrous realm\\nOf thoughts that dazzle and o erwhelm.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0025.jp2"}, "24": {"fulltext": "22 R U S T I C R H Y M E S\\nYet which, once seen and felt, control\\nWith wizard charm the captive soul,\\nAnd fill it with the eager hope\\nTo know its being s end and scope,\\nTo reach, beyond the chains of sense,\\nRegions of pure intelligence.\\nWhere truth and beauty we may find\\nSimple perceptions of the mind.\\nAnd from the finite s bar behold,\\nFor us, the infinite unrolled;\\nIn such wild mazes w^andering, tost\\nFrom doubt to doubt, all pathway lost,\\nI turn to Thee, mighty spirit\\nThat these late ages do inherit,\\nBest relic of the glorious prime\\nOf Greece, amid the wrecks of time\\nStill towering, simple, and sublime.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0026.jp2"}, "25": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 23\\nGreat Plato, from whose fountain mind\\nTo elevate and teacli mankind,\\nFull streams of thought, sweet, subtle, strong.\\nHave flowed through ages dark and long,\\nStormful and wild, yet kept their way\\nUndimmed, to bless a better day;\\nSecure, though hid from common view,\\nIn love and reverence of the few\\nChoice spirits, that their value knew;\\nHave kept their way, for me to greet\\nTheir wisdom in my lone retreat.\\nAs neath the surges of the sea,\\nThe electric words flash silently\\nAlong the slender cable laid\\nUpon the pathway nature made,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0027.jp2"}, "26": {"fulltext": "24 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nAnd carry thought from shore to shore,\\nSafely, though tempests o er it roar.*\\nIn converse with such friends as these,\\nI sit beneath the rustling trees,\\nAmid the leafy pomp of June,\\nAnd the charmed hours fly too soon.\\nOften, from the thought-laden book.\\nUpon the lovely scene I look\\nOften from river, wood, and plain,\\nI turn me to the book again.\\nIn each the lineaments I find,\\nExpress the one pervading mind,\\nFrom whose interior, central force.\\nAll thiuQ-s take their law and course\\nThese lines were written the day after the Queen s message\\nwas received by the Atlantic Telegraph. The author allows\\nthem to remain, in the hope that the enterprise may yet prove\\nsuccessful.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0028.jp2"}, "27": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 25\\nClouds rise, and rivers sparkling run,\\nFlowers bud and blossom in the sun.\\nTrees lift their branches, grass and grain\\nWith harvests cover hill and plain.\\nFrom the same teeming, mother earth,\\nLike them, the crop of man comes forth,\\nLike them he grows, and when his days\\nHave closed, like them in earth decays\\nAnd Shakspeare s verse, and Plato s thought\\nBy the same power divinely wrought,\\nShine and flow like the bounteous river,\\nLike it will shine and flow forever;\\nLike it, and like the opening buds,\\nThe springing grass and solemn woods,\\nAnd man s and woman s form and face.\\nCharm by their majesty or grace.\\nCharm and delight, but naught reveal.\\nOn them is also set the seal", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0029.jp2"}, "28": {"fulltext": "26 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nOf nature s mystery, which no token\\nFrom man or heaven yet hath broken,\\nOr voice, from out the silence, spoken\\nThe word which shall explain our birth,\\nAnd solve the riddle of the earth.\\nI ponder o er the page, where shines\\nThe poet s thought in glowing lines\\nWith eager interest I pursue\\nThe philosophic thinker s clue\\nWith rapture ever new, I trace\\nThe loveliness of nature s face;\\nI look within and lo the whole\\nIs a reflection of the soul,\\nA portion of myself, unknown\\nUntil a light upon it thrown\\nFrom nature, and from books, revealed\\nA part of me, till then concealed.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0030.jp2"}, "29": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 27\\nI follow Plato s subtle thought,\\nTis also mine, when he hath taught.\\nIn Shakspeare s wide creative art\\nMyself I see, and my own heart.\\nEven he conld not transcend the plan\\nOf nature, when she modelled man,\\nAnd whate er man is, finds in me\\nA chord of human sympathy.\\nI look abroad, and I behold\\nIn men, myself in other mould;\\nA common soul looks from their eyes.\\nAnd answers me in their replies.\\nThe beauty of the skies and earth\\nIn me, and not in them has birth;\\nNot in the water of the river,\\njSTor in the beams that on it quiver,\\nIn waving grain, or summer grass,\\nXor in the ^ores s stately mass,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0031.jp2"}, "30": {"fulltext": "28 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\njN or in the clustering leaves and flowers\\nThat deck and perfume garden bowers,\\nExists the witching charm I see,\\nAnd love, but in my mind, in me.\\nThey are mere matter, ever moving,\\nAnd in new forms and colors roving;\\nBut beauty is a sentiment\\nWhich they excite, not with them blent,\\nNor part of them, but of the soul,\\nWhose thoughts and feelings they control.\\nThey are our prison and our home,\\nO erarch our being, like the dome\\nOf the deep-vaulted sky, our thought,\\nOur knowledge out of them is wrought,\\nAnd beyond their rounding sphere,\\nNo eye can pierce, no ear can hear.\\nYet what they are we cannot tell.\\nOr whether they without us dwell,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0032.jp2"}, "31": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 29\\nAnd are the real things they seem,\\nOr phantoms of life s troubled dream.\\nWith all of these my kindred mind\\nIn mystic union is combined,\\nAnd Plato s wisdom, Shakspeare s art,\\nAnd nature s beauty, form a part\\nOf the great soul that seems to be\\nThe same that thinks and feels in me,\\nAnd charms and teaches me in them\\nAll flowers growing on one stem.\\nWhich cannot live apart, alone.\\nBut each is all, and all is one.\\nAnd that one. Truth; revealed in beauty,\\nKevealed in moral law and duty;\\nThe deep, pure fountain, whence arise\\nAll lovely forms that please our eyes,\\nAll thoughts and feelings that inspire\\nHigh aims and virtuous desire.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0033.jp2"}, "32": {"fulltext": "30 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nWhose lustre shines in deeds and trees,\\nWhose law rules men, and ants, and bees,\\nWhose voice speaks in the poet s song.\\nAnd in the wind that sighs among\\nThe summer leaves, whose winning grace\\nIn birds and words, and waves we trace.\\nIn childhood s play, in twilight skies.\\nThe wild deer s step and woman s eyes.\\nTruth is the seal, beauty the print.\\nGoodness the coin, that from this mint\\nOf boundless nature, issues forth\\nTo gladden and enrich the earth.\\nTruth, beauty, goodness, three in one\\nAre bound, and all beneath the sun\\nTheir impress bears beauty is true,\\nTruth beautiful, and virtue, too.\\nAnd all are good. The universe\\nThis mystic lesson doth rehearse", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0034.jp2"}, "33": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 31\\nThat truth is spirit, ruling all\\nMan spirit, in the body s thrall;\\nMatter is spirit manifested\\nTo sense, with varied shape invested,\\nYet how much of this outside show\\nIs it or us, we cannot know.\\nSometliing it is which still excites\\nOur mind, which charms us and delights\\nAnd limits us within its bound,\\nSo that we cannot see beyond\\nWhich, through all form of change and season.\\nStill lives and moves by law and reason.\\nFixed law, pure reason, whose decrees\\nAre the eternal harmonies,\\nProclaimin through creation broad,\\nThat men and things are thoughts of God.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0035.jp2"}, "34": {"fulltext": "32 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nThus, upon my shadowy lawn,\\nFrom the world s noisy crowds withdrawn,\\nI muse and dream the hours away,\\nThrough the long, tranquil summer day.\\nOn no pursuit or purpose bent,\\nI yet deem not the hours misspent\\nAnd this communion I prefer\\nWith poet and philosopher,\\nTo action and the selfish strife\\nFor what most deem the good of life.\\nConquests of knowledge made, I hold\\nA richer treasure than much gold\\nAnd truth perceived, a richer gem\\nThan shines in fortune s diadem.\\nA simple country home and leisure,\\nThese open life to every pleasure.\\nThat art and genius can afford.\\nOr nature, at her sumptuous board.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0036.jp2"}, "35": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 33\\n111 this rude scene, each common siglit\\nFills me with wonder and delight,\\nAnd beauty casts its magic spell\\nFrom every object where I dwell.\\nWithin my thoughtful, brooding mind.\\nAnother wondrous world I find,\\nLike to the first, and with it mated,\\nTo all its varying moods related.\\nWhilst from my books, the hoarded lore\\nOf ages, all their riches pour\\nThe minstrel s song and vision clear,\\nThe golden thought of ancient seer,\\nThe flash of wit, the fateful story,\\nOf all the past, its deeds and glory.\\nThese raise my spirit with their flight,\\nTo regions of a loftier height,\\nOf purer atmosphere and light", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0037.jp2"}, "36": {"fulltext": "34 RUSTIC RHYMES,\\nThan the dull world of daily toil,\\nOf vulgar struggle and turmoil,\\nOf selfish passion, sensual pleasure.\\nOf power gained, or place, or treasure,\\nWhose bounds inclose, in narrow pen,\\nThe restless, thronging herd of men.\\nThere, those who choose, may live and work.\\nWithin my humble sphere doth lurk\\nEnjoyments they could never spy,\\nOr would disdainfully pass by.\\nSweet contentments, flowering o er\\nMy path sequestered and obscure.\\nWhich seek the shade, and shun the day.\\nAnd bloom not in the worn highway.\\nEnough there are who love the chase.\\nThe hot excitement of the race\\nFor worldly gain, enough to do\\nThe task -work of the world, the few", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0038.jp2"}, "37": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 35\\nThinkers and dreamers, from the list\\nOf active doers are not missed.\\nWithout them parties rise and fall,\\nAnd in the legislative hall,\\nThe chosen leaders of the State\\nHarangue in long and loud debate.\\nWhilst for each public trust, the number\\nOf eager aspirants encumber\\nThe doors of ministers, whose duty\\nTis to divide the party s booty.\\nWithout them, in the court-house, suitors\\nMay find full ranks of keen disputers,\\nLearned in law lore from Coke to Chitty,\\nTrained to be eloquent or witty.\\nAs the case needs, and prompt to fight\\nFaithfully for or gainst the right\\n(With them the phrase is somewhat pliant\\nAnd faith means faithful to a client", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0039.jp2"}, "38": {"fulltext": "36 R U S T 1 11 II Y M E S\\nAn able and accomplislied bar,\\nDalgetties of forensic war.\\nAnd banks and traders still will flourish,\\nThe fruitful earth its harvests nourisli.\\nThe mill-wheels turn, and steamers glide,\\nAgainst opposing wind and tide.\\nAnd crowds fly fast o er hill and plain,\\nUpon the rushing railway train,\\nAnd marble shops, their wealth display,\\nIn tempting, glittering array,\\nAnd in the wide and stately street\\nDaily will busy thousands meet.\\nThough dreamers in their leafy nooks\\nShould waste their time with trees and books.\\nAnd for their visionary dreams\\nForsake the world s full, restless streams;\\nRefuse the contest and the toil.\\nRefuse alike the alluring spoil.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0040.jp2"}, "39": {"fulltext": "THE LAWN. 31\\nrrefcrring rather to be poor,\\nUnknown, unlionored, and obscure.\\nBe mine this lowly lot, apart\\nFrom crowded street and busy mart.\\nFrom law and politics, and trade.\\nLounging to muse beneath the shade.\\nBy the clustering branches made.\\nContent with w^hat the harvest yields\\nFrom my few paternal fields\\nThough it be simple, frugal fare,\\nI have it without toil or care.\\nWork I leave to ants and bees,\\nBrokers, attorneys, oxen, these\\nMay toil for fees, and food, and honey,\\nHive wax, or scrip, or rents, or money\\nAnother path my temper suits.\\nAnd labor yielding other fruits.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0041.jp2"}, "40": {"fulltext": "38 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nNor hath ambition, for my eyes,\\nIn all her shining store, a prize\\nTo tempt me from my maple tree,\\nMy solitude and liberty.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0042.jp2"}, "41": {"fulltext": "39\\nTHE SNOW-STORM.\\nMore servants wait on man\\nThan lie 11 take notice of.\\nGeorge Herbeut,\\nMy modest library is warm\\nAnd well protected from the storm.\\nHeaped up, the friendly anthracite,\\nIn polished grate, burns hot and bright.\\nAround, my steadfast friends, my books,\\nFrom floor to ceiling fill their nooks.\\nWit and wisdom of past ages,\\nThoughts of poets and of sages,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0043.jp2"}, "42": {"fulltext": "40 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nCover the walls, and ready stand,\\nObedient at my command,\\nTo cheer, and elevate, and pour,\\nFor me their rich and varied lore.\\nWith such good company, the day\\nSpeeds quickly, joyfully away.\\nIn silent and serene delight\\nI read, and meditate, and write\\nSitting at ease in elbow-chair,\\nAlone, content and free from care,\\nBeyond the crowded city s din.\\nWhilst peace and comfort reign within.\\nWithout the snow is falling fast\\nAnd drifts before the wintry blast.\\nThe lawn is white, and every tree\\nIs decked with fairy drapery", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0044.jp2"}, "43": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 41\\nEach gnarled limb, each slender bough\\nIs coated by the pure white snow.\\nOn pines and firs it lies in flakes\\nOf white on green, and the wind shakes\\nIt down in powder, like the spray-\\nBlown from green billows of the sea.\\nThe porch with snow is covered o er,\\nSnow is piled up around the door,\\nIt lies in masses on the roof.\\nRidges of snow are all the proof\\nWhere fences are, and from the sight,\\nPathways and roads have vanished quite.\\nHow beautiful the dazzling show\\nMade by the delicate, pure white snow.\\nIIow softly, silently its flakes\\nFall through the air how soon it makes", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0045.jp2"}, "44": {"fulltext": "42 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nAnother landscape by its touch,\\nLovely as was the first, and such\\nNature s fine concord, that the blue\\nOf heaven, the gray and purple hue\\nOf distant woods, the trunks of trees,\\nThe clouds that sail before the breeze.\\nOr skies when darkened, dusk and dun\\nOr crimson of the setting sun.\\nTheir forms and colors, shade and liglit.\\nSuit well this robe of dazzling white,\\nGive varied beauty to the snow.\\nAnd take from it a richer glow\\nAnd thus impart to winter charms\\nLovely as those which summer warms.\\nThe snow, the cold niul di-eary snow.\\nAcross its wastes the wild winds blow", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0046.jp2"}, "45": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 43\\nWide and far it spreads around,\\nDeeply it covers all the ground\\nSo lately dry; where er you go,\\nNothing but snow, the cold, wet snow.\\nA man hath need to fence it out,\\nWith roof and wall, secure and stout,\\nAnd doors and windows, strong and tight;\\nFor, though it looks so pure and bright,\\nIf it may enter at its will,\\nIts touch the stoutest heart can chill.\\nAnd should he venture forth to roam,\\nBefore he leaves his genial home.\\nLet him his armor well prepare,\\nTh encounter with this foe to dare;\\nIn thick boots must his feet be bound,\\nA thick, warm coat must wrap him round,\\nOr else these flakes that softly fall.\\nThis lovely snow, that throws o er all", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0047.jp2"}, "46": {"fulltext": "44 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nIts spotless robe, will to his heart\\nRuthlessly strike an icy dart;\\nBeniimb his nerves, palsy his strength,\\nRelax his sinews, and, at length.\\nStretch him in death upon the ground,\\nAnd o er him build a cold, white mound.\\nThe snow, the pitiless, cold snow.\\nThe rude, remorseless winds that blow;\\nThe frost that changes in a trice\\nThe crystal streams to crystal ice\\nBy whose fell power the friendly face\\nOf the earth frowns on man s frail race.\\nDrives him away from wood and field,\\nWhich neither food nor shelter yield,\\nForcing him to a desperate strife,\\nWith nature, even for his life:", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0048.jp2"}, "47": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 45\\nThough stern and terrible, are jct\\nBenign instructors, o er us set\\nOur ingenuity to whet.\\nRigorous taskmasters, but kind.\\nThey train the body and the mind\\nIn hardy labors first to gain\\nMere sustenance, with toil and pain\\nThis done, at once new prospects rise.\\nPrompting to nobler enterprise\\nAnd bolder effort, kindling thought\\nTo seek for knowledge, and thus taught\\nNature s fine secrets, all her laws\\nBecome man s servants, in his cause\\nWorking and lending him the strength\\nOf myriad arms, until at length\\nShe leads him from the rude and plain.\\nSmall portion of her wide domain,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0049.jp2"}, "48": {"fulltext": "46 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nTo comfort, elegance, and arts\\nThence cities and the busy marts\\nOf commerce, thence the lofty dome,\\nAnd thence the happiness of home\\nWhere, by the fireside s cheerful glow,\\nAnd safe from storms that round it blow.\\nDomestic love blooms fresh and sweet,\\nAnd genial friends in converse meet\\nOr learned leisure turns the page\\nIllumed by poet or by sage\\nOr, as I now, beguiles the time,\\nWith musing thought or tuneful rhyme.\\nThe snow, the warm, protecting snow.\\nIt thickly covers all below\\nWith such a mantle, as the wind\\nCan neither pierce nor yet unbiud", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0050.jp2"}, "49": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 4t\\nNo power but of the kindly sun\\nCan undo what the snow hath done.\\nBeneath this robe, the tender germ\\nLives through the dreary winter term\\nThe rootlets of the growing wheat,\\nWait for the spring s reviving heat;\\nThe withered grass its sap retains,\\nDreaming the while of summer rains\\nGuarded securely by the snow,\\nWhilst the cold north winds o er them blow\\nAnd sing, as fierce they rush along,\\nTheir wild, majestic winter song.\\nDown the lone forest aisles they roar\\nAnd, like a thousand organs, pour\\nThe mighty music sound in floods\\nThunders through the trembling woods.\\nAnd echoing over hills and plains.\\nProclaims to all that winter reisrns.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0051.jp2"}, "50": {"fulltext": "48 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nFriendly they are, these wmds, though frosty,\\nKeen and cold, but kind and lusty;\\nThey penetrate each darksome glen,\\nThick woodland covert, reedy fen,\\nAnd sweep o er meadows low and dank.\\nExpelling vapors foul and rank,\\nAnd sweeten, in their boisterous play.\\nThe offal of the year s decay.\\nSoon this, in the eternal round\\nOf change, to which all things are bound.\\nWill reappear in lovely forms.\\nWhen spring again the old earth warms;\\nWhen sleeping sap begins to run.\\nSummoned to motion by the sun.\\nAnd the snow, at his command.\\nShall vanish from the awakened land.\\nHe knows, from what disgusts the sight.\\nTo bring forth beauty and delight,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0052.jp2"}, "51": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 49\\nCan ordure change to sweet perfumes,\\nAnd coarsest muck to brilliant blooms;\\nMake colors out of common mould,\\nThat rival emerald and gold\\nCall buds and leaves from naked bowers,\\nAnd from the bare fields, grass, and flowers;\\nCan robe anew the stately woods,\\nAnd give back to their solitudes.\\nThe mystery of gloom and shade,\\nBy the rustling foliage made,\\nAnd bid a thousand birds to sing.\\nTheir joyous welcome to the spring.\\nThe snow, the cold and kindly snow.\\nThe keen, rough winds that o er it blow.\\nThey bring with them both joy and woe\\nWant and suffering to the poor,\\nBut pleasure to the rich man s door", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0053.jp2"}, "52": {"fulltext": "50 R U S T I C R H Y M E S\\nHealth to the vigorous and bold,\\nBut terror to the weak and old\\nNew energy to frame and mind,\\nBut with it painful tasks enjoined\\nTo nature benefits and harms,\\nProtecting blasts and cold that warms.\\nThus, in them, is mingled still,\\nThose tangled threads of good and ill,\\nHarmonious discord, peaceful strife,\\nThat weave the web that we call life.\\nA tissue made of smiles and tears.\\nOf dread that saddens, hope that cheers\\nOf pictured images that pass\\nLike faces, from a looking-glass\\nOf transient joys that fly too soon,\\nLike dew-drops withering ere noon\\nOf transient grief, that, ere it goes,\\nOver the heart a shadow throws.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0054.jp2"}, "53": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 51\\nA dull, cold, heavy shade, that lowers\\nOn all that s bright in coming hours\\nOf eager wishes, fond desires,\\nYouth s ardent longings, passion s fires,\\nOft crowned with bliss, but oft delaj^ed,\\nAnd oft deluded and betrayed\\nOf visions fair and dreams ideal,\\nStill contradicted by the real\\nOf high aims missed and good deeds done.\\nWithout just meed of honor won\\nOf sweet affections sadly crossed.\\nAnd loves and friendships changed and lost\\nOf sudden griefs and crushing woe\\nThat blots the future at a blow\\nBut still of happy radiant homes,\\nWhere not a cloud of sorrow comes\\nThrough many a long and smiling year\\nOf tranquil joy, to cause a tear.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0055.jp2"}, "54": {"fulltext": "62 11 U S T I C nil Y M E S\\nIn tills wild dream of life, how strange\\nThe phantom shows that pass and change,\\nOf crnel wars and savage deeds,\\nAnd courage firm, that nobly bleeds\\nOf brutal baseness, vice and crime,\\nAnd virtue, steadfast and sublime\\nOf ignorance and folly crowned,\\nBut worth and intellect disowned\\nOf modest merit cast aside\\nFor bloated arrogance and pride\\nYet oft of genius, from the sneers\\nOf vulgar envy and its jeers.\\nSoaring on sounding plumes afar,\\nUpward to fame s refulgent star\\nOf mounting thoughts that would as})ire\\nAbove the world to something higher,\\nTo regions of eternal light.\\nTo union with the intinite", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0056.jp2"}, "55": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 53\\nThat tired of all this cheating show,\\nOf dreamy phantoms, seek to know.\\nAnd bursting through the bonds of sense,\\nAscend to pure intelligence.\\nAnd there by matter uncontrolled\\nThe beautiful and true behold.\\nBut still the mystery remains,\\nAnd the world s riddle, naught explains.\\nBeneath this show, a secret lies\\nToo deep and dark for mortal eyes.\\nWhoever seeks to find it out,\\nIs tangled in a maze of doubt;\\nWhoso would its depths explore,\\nSoon bafHed, the pursuit gives o er,\\nOr finds the tree of knowledge still.\\nBears a fruit with power to kill,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0057.jp2"}, "56": {"fulltext": "54 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nThongli next the tree of life it stands,\\nIn the fair garden he commands\\nAnd tills, by labor of his hands\\nOr, like Prometheus on his rock,\\nDespairs, whilst vultures round him flock\\nAnd grinning fiends his torments mock.\\nWhat is life, he asks, what man.\\nAnd what this vast creation s plan\\nMelting away like flakes of snow,\\nWhence came we, whither do we go\\nWhat is the substance of our minds,\\nYiewless as are the unseen winds,\\nYet strong like them and stormfal too\\nWhat is the false and what the true?\\nWhat is our being s end and scope,\\nAnd what our duty here and hope?\\nIs this wide world the human soul.\\nOr it, the mirror of the whole?", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0058.jp2"}, "57": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 55\\nAre we body or are we mind,\\nOr are we formed of both combined\\nLinks in an endless chain of cause\\nAnd ruled by never-changing laws,\\nOr are we causes, with free will\\nTo choose the paths of good or ill\\nSole monarchs of our restless life,\\nActors, not victims in its strife;\\nHolding in trust its fleeting hours,\\nResponsible for all its powers;\\nYet doubting which course to prefer,\\nBound to be right, yet prone to err,\\nInfirm of purpose, apt to stray\\nIf pleasure lure us from the way.\\nAfraid to die, yet doomed to death.\\nWe cling to this life s latest breath.\\nAlthough that breath be but a groan.\\nRather than meet the dread unknown", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0059.jp2"}, "58": {"fulltext": "56 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nContent in ignorance to dwell,\\nMid objects loved so long and well\\nContent in restless dreams to lie,\\nRather than risk eternity\\nPreferring here the darkest gloom\\nTo light that shines bej^ond the tomb.\\nA good honse and a fire bestow\\nProtection from the cold, wet snow\\nAllow one thus to court the mnses\\nAnd moralize upon its uses,\\nDefy the raging of the storm,\\nRude winds and driving snow disarm\\nOf all their terrors, and permit\\nThe flow of thought, the play of wit\\nWithout them, what a fearful sound\\nThese winds would make, thus raging round.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0060.jp2"}, "59": {"fulltext": "T H E S N W -S T R M 5t\\nAnd what a dreary, dismal sight,\\nThese fields, so beautiful and white.\\nMost feeble in creation s plan\\nIs unaccommodated man.\\nNo house, no clothing, and no fire,\\nThe wild beasts of the wood require.\\nBut self-sufficing they may roam\\nAnd find, where er they go, a home.\\nFor food, they neither plough nor plant.\\nFor dress, no woven garment want.\\nAnd forest caves and thickets spread\\nWith leaves, give shelter and a bed.\\nBut man must think, ere he can eat.\\nMust think, ere from the cold or heat.\\nWith clothes and roof he can defend\\nHis naked body, and must blend.\\nWith stone and wood and earth, his thought\\nAnd strength, till out of them be wrought", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0061.jp2"}, "60": {"fulltext": "58 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nExternal aids, that may supply\\nProtection, nature cloth deny.\\nAnd thence his power, for spirit rules\\nMatter, and from it fashions tools\\nAnd Aveapons, and its force can bind\\nAnd guide, subjecting it to mind,\\nIt and all lower mind and life.\\nThe highest conquers in the strife,\\nAnd governs all in earth and heaven\\nFor through creation s scale is given.\\nThe sovereignty to those who think,\\nO er those who only eat and drink\\nTherefore I sit secure from harm\\nNor dread the raging of the storm.\\nFenced round by human art and skil],\\nI hear it rage, but fear no ill\\nFenced, too, by laws from human foe,\\nMore terrible than storm or snow,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0062.jp2"}, "61": {"fulltext": "THE SNOW-STORM. 59\\nOr savage wild beast of the wood\\nFrom violence and crime, the brood\\nOf vice and passion. These would change,\\nIf left at their fierce will to range,\\nLife to a selfish struggle peace,\\nOrder, security would cease,\\nAnd with them industry and art.\\nComfort, and wealth, and taste depart.\\nLove of things good and beautiful\\nAVould wither, neath the iron rule\\nOf coarse necessity, and life.\\nWith nature and with man at strife,\\nWould soon become a barren sea\\nOf hatred, fear, and anarchv.\\nThus my sheltering house is brought\\nFrom matter, by the force of thought.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0063.jp2"}, "62": {"fulltext": "60 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nBy the same subtle power, the law,\\nWith strength to conquer and o erawe\\nBold rapme, too, grew slowly; it\\nIs the creation of man s wit.\\nStriving to introduce on earth\\nJustice and truth, of heavenly birth.\\nMan s art is then a conquest gained\\nO er nature, by ideas obtained\\nSo government and just control\\nAre moral feelings of the soul.\\nWritten in laws, endowed with will\\nThe right to crown and fetter ill.\\nBotji laws and arts are thoughts of mind,\\nAnd all their force must be combined,\\nEre I, before this blazing fire.\\nSheltered and clothed in warm attire,\\nHeedless of storms that round me blow.\\nCan write these rhymes about the snow.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0064.jp2"}, "63": {"fulltext": "61\\nTPIE FARMER.\\nLord, who would live turmoiled in tliG court,\\nThat may enjoy such quiet walks as these?\\nThis small inheritance, my fatlier left me,\\nContenteth me, and is worth a monarchy.\\nHenry VI. Part IF.\\nIn an old farm-honse, by liis chimne}^ side,\\nA farmer sat in liis stout arm-cliair\u00c2\u00ab\\nIt was night, and the hearth was deep and wide,\\nAnd a bright wood-fire was blazing there.\\nlie was not rich, but was free from care\\nOut in the field he had been since morn,\\nAmong the huskers of the corn.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0065.jp2"}, "64": {"fulltext": "62 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nAmong the rustling fodder shocks,\\nAnd the golden heaps that dotted the plain,\\nCounting, well pleased, the loads of yellow grain\\nHauled to his barn by the straining ox.\\nHe had been at eve to his barnyard wide,\\nAnd looked through every stall and shed,\\nThat horses and cattle were well supplied\\nWith hay and straw, for fodder and bed.\\nHe loved to see them sheltered and fed.\\nTo hear them champing their oats and corn,\\nAnd toss the hay with impatient horn.\\nWell he knew them every one,\\nFor he had bred them, and watched o er tliem long;\\nThey were fat and sleek, they were fast and strong,\\nAnd of good descent, from sire to son.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0066.jp2"}, "65": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 63\\nSo he sat at niglit by liis fireside briglit,\\nAnd smol^ed at his ease a good cigai\\nThere was nothing without his joy to blight,\\nAnd nothing within his peace to mar.\\nBoth danger and tronljle seemed afar;\\nAnd he said, as the fragrant smoke np-curled.\\nSure a farmer s life is the best in the world\\nTranquil and safe, independent and free,\\nNeither wearied by toil nor worried by care,\\nHe passes his days, in the wholesome air.\\nWith the corn, and the grass, and the waving tree.\\nlie loves the land\\nTilled by his hand.\\nAnd every part\\nSpeaks to his heart.\\nOf days well spent\\nIn calm content;", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0067.jp2"}, "66": {"fulltext": "G4 R U S T I C R H Y M E S\\nOf good work done,\\nAnd triumphs won,\\nO er nature rude.\\nIn field and wood\\nOf many a spot,\\nWhere once he got\\nNo grass or corn,\\nWhich since hath borne\\nAbundant crops.\\nTo crown his hopes;\\nOf orchards now,\\nWith every bough\\nFruit-laden, where\\nTwas waste and bare;\\nAnd memories\\nOf pleasant hours.\\nAdorn the trees\\nLike clustering: flowers.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0068.jp2"}, "67": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 65\\nlie loves his lioiiie,\\nNor seeks to roam\\nFor joy beyond\\nIts ample bound.\\nThere first his sight\\nBeheld the light\\nThere childhood s plays\\nSped happy days,\\nAnd slowly time\\nBrought manhood s prime,\\nIts plans and scope,\\nLabors and hope,\\nIts loves and fears.\\nPerchance its tears.\\nThere, too, before\\nHim, dwelt of yore\\nIlis name and race", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0069.jp2"}, "68": {"fulltext": "66 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nAnd to his eye,\\nThis gives the place\\nA charm and grace,\\nGold cannot buy,\\nNor art supply.\\nPie loves it, too,\\nThough it be new,\\nNor hath the lustre\\nThat time confers,\\nAnd ancestors,\\nAnd names which cluster\\nAbout old trees\\nAnd ancient walls.\\nWhose look recalls\\nTheir memories\\nFor twas his mind\\nIts plan designed", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0070.jp2"}, "69": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 67\\nHis taste and skill\\nAdorned it, till\\nAt length it stands,\\nWork of his hands\\nAnd of his will.\\nHe loves the work\\nThat he hath done\\nUnder the sun\\nFor him doth lurk\\nIn every grove\\nUpon his lawn,\\nImages drawn\\nFrom youth and love.\\nWhen their soft rays\\nColored his days.\\nIt is his lot.\\nThis pleasant spot.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0071.jp2"}, "70": {"fulltext": "68 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nWhich he hath planted\\nAnd decked with care,\\nIt is a share,\\nUnto him granted,\\nOf the fair earth\\nWhether by birth\\nHe got it, or\\nTwas bargained for,\\nIt is his own,\\n^Tis his alone\\nOn it he stands,\\nLord of his lands,\\nAnd of their fruit\\nAnd man and brute,\\nWithout dispute,\\nHis voice commands.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0072.jp2"}, "71": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 69\\nWithin the ring\\nOf fence that bounds\\nHis farm and grounds,\\nHe is sole kino;.\\nKo other sway\\nDoth he obey\\nBut nature s laws,\\nBy which he draws,\\nWith honest toil,\\nFrom the kind soil,\\nA full supply,\\not poor or scant,\\nTo satisfy\\nHis frugal Avant.\\nWork of his hand.\\nAnd his good land.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0073.jp2"}, "72": {"fulltext": "to RU STIC RHYMES.\\nFurnish his board,\\nAnd house well stored\\nWith comfort; not\\nDollars ill got,\\nWith risk and fear\\nOf dangers near,\\nFinancial shocks,\\nAnd fall of stocks.\\nNor doth depend.\\nWhat he may spend.\\nOn hireling pay,\\nOr what men say.\\nOn client, or\\nOn customer;\\nDiscounted notes,\\nIn bank or street.\\nOr counted votes,\\nWhen freemen meet.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0074.jp2"}, "73": {"fulltext": "THE FAR31ER. 11\\nFrom eager bancl^\\nTo choose whose hands,\\nShall next disburse\\nThe public purse.\\nHe lives apart\\nFrom crowded mart,\\nMid Nature s charms.\\nFree from alarms\\nOf knavish arts\\nAnd worldly hearts\\nFrom the usurer s paw,\\nFrom attorney s-at-law.\\nFrom the demagogue s guile\\nAnd his politic smile\\nFrom grog-shops and hells,\\nThe clang of fire-bells,\\nAnd the mob s savage yells", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0075.jp2"}, "74": {"fulltext": "12 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nFrom the dust and din,\\nAnd the shameless sin,\\nThe unpitied want,\\nDespairing and gaunt,\\nAnd the vain display\\nOf wealth s proud array,\\nThat mingle and meet\\nIn the dirty street.\\nSecluded and far\\nFrom tumult and jar,\\nMid the peace that broods\\nOver hills and woods,\\nAs the seasons bring.\\nOn their punctual wing.\\nThe varying cheer\\nAnd toil of the year,\\nHis interest ranges.\\nThrough all their changes", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0076.jp2"}, "75": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 13\\nAnd his worldly pride,\\nWith fields well tilled\\nAnd barns well filled,\\nIs satisfied.\\nIlis sequestered path\\nSweet enjoyment hath.\\nAnd delights unknown\\nMid the walls of town\\nPleasures which grow in fields,\\nWhich the wild woodland yields.\\nWhich flocks and herds supply.\\nAnd all that meets his eye.\\nWhere beauty ever glows,\\nAnd its enchantment throws.\\nJoy in a quiet home,\\nWhere no intruders come,\\nWhich stretches its domain\\nAround, o er hill and plain", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0077.jp2"}, "76": {"fulltext": "74 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nHis own, where he may roam\\nAbroad, j^et be at home\\nHis own, where every part\\nProclaims his skill and art,\\nAnd offers to his view.\\nAttractions ever new\\nRemembrance that endears,\\nFruit that the present cheers,\\nPromise for future years.\\nHe sees afar\\nThe world s wild strife\\nIts restless war\\nStirs not his life,\\nNor his repose\\nAs the distant roar\\nOf an ocean storm\\nIs heard by those\\nWho live on shore,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0078.jp2"}, "77": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER.\\nSecure from harm,\\nWilli out alarm.\\nIll Ills retreat,\\nUnder his trees.\\nFrom summer heat.\\nHe seeks the breeze\\nOr roams the wood,\\nIn musing mood.\\nHis thoughtful mind,\\nPerpetual food\\nIn books can find,\\nWhich have the power\\nTo lift the bar\\nThat closes round,\\nIn narrow bound,\\nThe present hour,\\nAnd open far", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0079.jp2"}, "78": {"fulltext": "T6 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nThe prospect vast\\nOf the rich past\\nOf varied being*,\\nBeyond all seeing\\nOr sensual touch\\nOnly to such\\nAs thus are taught,\\nAnd live in thought,\\nThese realms are shown,\\nThis glory known.\\nOr by the fire,\\nCheerful and bright,\\nOn a winter night,\\nTis his delight\\nA rustic lyre\\nTo tune, and bring\\nFrom its rude string.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0080.jp2"}, "79": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. Tt\\nStrains to express\\nHis happiness.\\nHis Devon s red,\\nAnd Southdown sheep,\\nTended and fed,\\nRepay their keep\\nWhilst the harvest yiekls,\\nFrom his guanoed fields,\\nEnough for a mind\\nAnd a taste refined\\nEnough for leisure.\\nFor sober pleasure,\\nA sirloin on the board,\\nAnd cellar choicely stored.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0081.jp2"}, "80": {"fulltext": "IS RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nFor hospitable cheer\\nAnd glass of generous wine,\\nTo old friends tried and dear,\\nIf one should come to dine\\nFor the best gift of life,\\nA true and tender wife,\\nTo be ever by his side,\\nTo soften every care,\\nAnd all his hopes to share,\\nHis troubles to divide\\nFor time to read the pages\\nOf ancient bards and sages\\nFor Nature s lovely looks.\\nAnd for the wondrous books\\nFound in the running brooks.\\nAnd sermons that, from stones,\\nAre preached in solemn tones.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0082.jp2"}, "81": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 19\\nAnd the tongues that, m trees,\\nSpeak out with every breeze\\nAnd to see the good that springs\\nFrom all created things,\\nAs the mighty minstrel sings.\\nAll this the trusty soil\\nWill give to honest toil\\nAnd what can wise desire,\\nIn this world, more require\\nLove, with its fireside cha,rm,\\nThe heart to touch and warm\\nBooks and learned leisure.\\nAnd the lofty pleasure.\\nThat Nature s beauties give\\nTo him who can receive\\nWho worships at her shrine.\\nAnd sees the light divine", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0083.jp2"}, "82": {"fulltext": "80 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nShed from mom till even,\\nFrom the varying heaven\\nThe mystic charm that broods\\nOver the solitudes\\nOf the majestic woods,\\nO er waving corn and grass,\\nAnd clouds that change and pass.\\nO er perfumed wild-wood flowers,\\nAnd rustling summer bowers,\\nAnd speaks, from forest, field, and grove.\\nThoughts of goodness, power, and love.\\nGrant me, ye Fates that, living so,\\nI calmly through this world may go\\nWith sweet affection ever near.\\nMy quiet home to bless and cheer\\nMy good farm to supply my want.\\nWhere I may read, and muse, and plant", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0084.jp2"}, "83": {"fulltext": "THE FARMER. 81\\nMuse and dream the hours away,\\nCareless and free, but not delay\\nTo plant aright, while yet tis day,\\nSuch seeds of knowledge, truth, and love.\\nAs may produce me fruit above\\nThoughts of the gifted and the wise,\\nFor a ripe harvest in the skies.\\nThe farmer thus spoke, as he sat by the fire,\\nAnd puffed the light smoke of a Cuba cigar\\nAnd his simple desire, though humble, was higher\\nThan the passions of towns, their discord, and jar.\\nHis joys were of earth, but his hope, like a star.\\nShone on him from heaven with pure, steady ray\\nFor he knew that the grace he delighted to trace.\\nWith love never weary, on Nature s sweet face,\\nWas only the dawn, whilst above was the day.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0085.jp2"}, "84": {"fulltext": "NATURE AND ART.\\nNature is made better by no mean,\\nBut nature makes tliat mean: so o er that art,\\nWhich, you say, adds to nature, is an art\\nThat nature makes.\\nWinter s Tale.\\nIn solitudes\\nOf fields and woods,\\nWhere nature s looks\\nDeep meaning teach,\\nBeyond the reach\\nOf wisest books\\nWhere she outpours\\nHer secret stores.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0086.jp2"}, "85": {"fulltext": "NATUREANDART. 83\\nTo those who seek,\\nIn spirit meek,\\nAnd at her feet\\nWill humbly sit\\nFrom gleaming river,\\nAnd arching sky,\\nAnd clonds that ever\\nChange as they fly\\nFrom leafy bowers.\\nAnd waving trees.\\nAnd perfumed flowers\\nThe banquet of bees\\nFrom Spring s soft blush\\nOn the budding grove\\nThe ardent flush\\nOf Summer s love\\nFrom rosy dyes\\nOf twilight skies", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0087.jp2"}, "86": {"fulltext": "84 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nFrom sunset s glow\\nOn Winter s snow,\\nAnd moonlight gleams\\nOn quiet streams\\nFrom twinkling leaves\\nOf forest trees,\\nWhere every breeze\\nA network weaves\\nOf quivering light,\\nOf dark and bright\\nFrom turfy glades.\\nAnd cool arcades\\nOf the ancient wood,\\nWhere the trees have stood\\nShice the olden time,\\nAnd seen the prime,\\nThe little span,\\nOf the phantom, man,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0088.jp2"}, "87": {"fulltext": "NATURE AND AllT. 85\\nOft come and go\\nA fleeting show;\\nFrom waving fields\\nOf grass and grain,\\nWhen harvest gilds\\nThe teeming plain,\\nAnd from the splendor,\\nWhose glories render\\nGlad Autumn s days,\\nA burst and blaze.\\nOf color bright\\nAnd golden light,\\nSobered by haze\\nCome the thoughts that shine\\nIn the })oct s line.\\nThe fancies that liJl\\nThe artist s mind\\nAs the sparkling rill", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0089.jp2"}, "88": {"fulltext": "86 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nOn the side of a mountain,\\nIs fed from a fomitain\\nYast and still,\\nCentral and deep,\\nIn its rocky keep,\\nRemote and cool.\\nEver flowing and ever full.\\nBeauty of earth.\\nAnd soft clear skies,\\nIn them has birth.\\nAnd in them lies.\\nThey must see it\\nWith mind, not eyes\\nTheir souls be it,\\nOr else it dies.\\nOnly for those", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0090.jp2"}, "89": {"fulltext": "NATURE AND ART. 81\\nWho rightly know it,\\nArtist and poet,\\nIts pure stream flows.\\nThey feel it part\\nOf their own heart\\nAnd Nature s whole,\\nII er grace and terror,\\nShows, like a mirror,\\nTo them the soul.\\nTis theirs to seize\\nHer images\\nAnd airy forms\\nWith substance mix\\nTheir shadowy charms\\nTheir beauties fix,\\nIn shape and hue\\nLovely and true", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0091.jp2"}, "90": {"fulltext": "RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nSymbols of Ihouglit,\\nTheir meaning canglit,\\nBy brusli or pen,\\nIs told to men.\\nAnd this is art,\\nWhoso various charm,\\nCan touch the heart,\\nThe fancy warm\\nWhose power shows\\nThe grace that clings\\nTo common things,\\nAnd doth disclose\\nThe secret springs\\nOf joy and lo\\\\ e.\\nGiving us wings\\nTo soar above", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0092.jp2"}, "91": {"fulltext": "NATURE AND ART. 89\\nLife s selfish cares,\\nTroubles and fears\\nThat can reveal\\nThings to our view\\nWondrous and new,\\nWhich the vulgar eye\\nPasses heedless by.\\nWhich the worldling s mind,\\nDarkened and blind,\\nCan never find,\\nAnd make us feel\\nThe noble treasure\\nOf daily pleasure.\\nThat everywhere.\\nLike the circling air,\\nAnd universal light.\\nIn Nature s flowing cup,\\nIs offered up\\nFor onr delight.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0093.jp2"}, "92": {"fulltext": "90\\nA WELCOME.\\nWhat have I left, that I shoixld stay aud groau\\nThe most of me to heaven is fled\\nMy thoughts aud joys are all packed up aud goue,\\nAud for thoiv old acquaiutauce plead.\\nGkorge Herbert.\\nYears liave passed since we two parted\\nAnd I left thee, broken-hearted,\\nTo tread alone the paths of life\\nXJncheered amid the world s hard strife.\\nUnited, time serenely flew,\\nAnd deep the calm delights we knew.\\nWhen life, with hope and love, shone o er ns\\nAnd a brisxlit future smiled before ns.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0094.jp2"}, "93": {"fulltext": "A WELCOME. 91\\nTlu ougli long and solitary years\\nI ve scon thcc ovcrwroiiglit by cares,\\nLightly borne when we together\\nSmiled through fair or stormy weather,\\nHard to bear, in grief, alone.\\nWhen sympathy and love have gone.\\nAnd the heart falters in disgust,\\nAnd duty serves, because it must.\\nThough taken away, I still was by thee,\\nFor my fond spirit hovered nigh tliee.\\nI saw full well, faithful heart\\nHow sad it was for thee to part\\nHave watched thee, wrapped in deepest gloom.\\nPace round our old, familiar room,\\nA glove, a shoe, a ribbon kiss,\\nPoor tokens of rcni(Mn))cro(l bliss.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0095.jp2"}, "94": {"fulltext": "92 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nAnd often by tliy widowed bed\\nBeheld the tears in darkness shed,\\nWhen thou didst call in frenzy vain,\\nOn her, who answered not again.\\nOft, too, beside the grassy mound.\\nThat holds my dust, in narrow bound^\\nI ve been with thee in thy despair.\\nAnd seen thee kneel and heard thy prayer.\\nTime hath not hushed thy secret sigh\\nNor lustre brought to thy dimmed eye,\\nNew pleasures softened thy distress\\nOr cheered thy heart s lone wretchedness.\\nThe hour hath come that sets thee free.\\nThe world will soon be naught to thee,\\nAnd its vain troubles will but seem\\nLike the remembrance of a dream.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0096.jp2"}, "95": {"fulltext": "A WELCOME. 93\\nIn this abode of light and peace,\\nEarth s labor, care and sorrow cease,\\nAnd here the weary find repose\\nFrom toil, the wretched from their woes.\\nThe soul, by matter unconfined.\\nLeaves its worn instrument behind,\\nAnd as to heaven it upward springs.\\nTruth, love and virtue only brings.\\nAt length I see thee on the couch\\nOf pain disease with friendly touch\\nHath brought the long desired relief\\nFrom earth s imprisonment and grief.\\nOver thy bed death hovers now\\nSoon he 11 strike the wished for blow.\\nTis done, the easy struggle s past.\\nAnd now, oh joy thou rt here at last.\\n7", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0097.jp2"}, "96": {"fulltext": "94\\nTO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN\\nLady, you are the cruelest she alive,\\nIf you will lead these graces to the grave,\\nAnd leave the world uo copy.\\nTwelfth Night.\\nThe painter s or. the sculptor s art,\\nTo dullest matter can impart\\nIdeal charms and graces, wrought\\nFrom the treasures of his thought,\\nAnd in the dull cold marble show\\nThe visions of his dreaming mind,\\nOr bid the senseless canvas glow\\nWith beauty, viewless as the wind", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0098.jp2"}, "97": {"fulltext": "TO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. 95\\nOr splieres of light beyond the sky,\\nTo all except the artist s eye,\\nTill fashioned by his skilful hand,\\nIts lovely forms before us stand.\\nThen endowed with shape and features,\\nHis thoughts appear like living creatures,\\nFill us with joy and sweet surprise,\\nAnd gaze at us with earnest eyes.\\nGreet us, with winning smiles that reach\\nThe heart, with soft and gentle looks.\\nFrom brows serene and pure, that teach\\nWisdom, persuasively as books.\\nThus may we, even now, behold\\nThe glowing dreams of love and bliss,\\nThat moved the spirits of the old\\nMasters of Italy and Greece", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0099.jp2"}, "98": {"fulltext": "96 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nOf Phidias and of Raphael, tliey\\nLong since are mingled with the dnst,\\nBut their fine thought was not of clay,\\nAnd beauty lives, though men decay,\\nExempt from time s corroding rust.\\nAnd generations as they passed,\\nHave gazed upon those wondrous forms\\nThough empires fall around, they last\\nAnd keep the lustre of their charms.\\nAnd long as woman s beauty warms\\nAnd love, the heart, with passion fires.\\nOr grace high sentiment inspires,\\nThese witching works will still control\\nWith all their ancient sway, the soul.\\nFor genius can combine in one.\\nThe several charms that scattered, lurk\\nIn thousand forms, and thus outrun\\nIn faultless models, nature s work.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0100.jp2"}, "99": {"fulltext": "TO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. 97\\nSeldom to mortal eyes tis given,\\nA living Yenus to behold\\nOr features cast in human mould,\\nWith the Madonna s look of heaven.\\nAnd vain would be the hope, to find\\nAll beauty in one form combined,\\nWith no defect of shape or face\\nTo quarrel with its noblest grace.\\nTherefore, fair lady, when I saw\\nThee first, whose charms all gazes draw,\\nTwas an experience bright and new,\\nSo bright that joy to wonder grew.\\nThe classic lip, the placid brow.\\nThe soft dark eyes that glance below.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0101.jp2"}, "100": {"fulltext": "98 RUSTIC RHYMES,\\nThe moulding of tlie rounded cheek,\\nWhite as the lily s opaque flower,\\nAnd smiles, that hav^e a mystic power,\\nMeaning beyond all words to speak\\nThe faultless symmetry, that tells\\nWhat bewildering beauty dwells\\nBeneath the flowing robes, that drape\\nAnd yet reveal that perfect shape\\nAnd graceful motion, like a deer s,\\nOr willow boughs in breezes swaying,\\nIn every attitude betraying\\nWomanly gentleness and fears\\nAnd with it, a most winning manner.\\nSweet, timid, dignified and soft,\\nGraces these charms, as borne aloft,\\nGraces a queenly ship, her banner.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0102.jp2"}, "101": {"fulltext": "TO A BEAUTIFUL WOMAN. 99\\nHere, then, I thought, is such a form\\nAs a true artist s hand might trace,\\nAnd here a rich and beaming face,\\nThat would a painter s visions warm.\\nBut like a rare and costly flower\\nThat buds and blossoms to decay,\\nThese clustering beauties live their hour,\\nAnd then they, too, must pass away.\\nOh for some hand, whose cunning touch,\\nThe obedient marble could impress\\nOr kindling canvas, to express\\nThis living, breathing loveliness\\nAnd keep it for the future, such\\nAs now it shines, that it might still,\\nAll gazers hearts with rapture fill\\nAnd be a joy forever not\\nLike things unvalued, be forgot.\\nLofC.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0103.jp2"}, "102": {"fulltext": "100\\nJENNY LIND\\nSure something holy lodges in that breast,\\nThat with these raptures moves the vocal air\\nTo testify his hidden residence.\\nMiLTOX.\\nCatch the murmurs of the breeze\\nKustling through the summer trees,\\nAnd the purling of the rill\\nAs it wanders down the hill.\\nWhen the birds their gladness sing\\nIn the soft and genial spring,\\nListen to their notes of love\\nFloating through the perfumed grove.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0104.jp2"}, "103": {"fulltext": "JENNY LIND. 101\\nLiquid notes of warbling bird\\nWhen by spring s soft influence stirred,\\nSweet tones of the mountain brook\\nWandering from its rocky nook,\\nAnd the low murmurs of the wind,\\nAre in the voice of Jenny Lind.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0105.jp2"}, "104": {"fulltext": "102\\nTHE VOICE OF WINTER.\\nA lusty winter,\\nFrosty but kindly.\\nAs You Like it.\\nThe forest s gorgeous robe of varied hue\\nJSTovember s winds had stripped the golden days\\nOf autumn too had gone, its sky s soft blue\\nAnd landscapes mellowed by a dreamy haze\\nWhen from the north I came; like troops around me,\\nWild tempests raged, a snowy mantle bound me,\\nAnd nature shuddered through her wide dominions\\nAnd trembling heard the rushing of my pinions.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0106.jp2"}, "105": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF WINTER. 103\\nWith summer grass the meadows yet were green,\\nMy withering breath hath left them bare and gray\\nSparkling in motion were the rivers seen,\\nMy icy touch hath stopped them on their way.\\nThe birds at my approach have hushed their singing,\\nAnd now their flight to other climes are winging,\\nAnd cold winds sweep o er frozen fields and bowers\\nWhich late with harvests waved and smiled with\\nflowers.\\nBut nature s friend I come and not her foe.\\nHer beauty to preserve, not to destroy.\\nAnd soon again those fields and bowers shall know,\\nSpring s buds and bloom and summer s ripened joy.\\nThe bare trees are not dead but only sleeping.\\nBeneath the ice the crystal streams are creeping.\\nAnd tender, living germs, a countless number\\nIn field and s-rove and naked forest slumber.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0107.jp2"}, "106": {"fulltext": "104 R U S T I C R H Y M E S\\nThe little birds have only flown away\\nTheir merry notes, neath warmer skies to sing\\nTo their old haunts, they know to find their way,\\nAnd will return with the returning spring.\\nLike winged flowers their painted plumage showing\\nAmid the groves, with leaves and blossoms glowing,\\nAgain in tuneful rivalry contending,\\nAnd their sweet songs, with gentle breezes blending.\\nNor doth my power fair nature s face deform\\nTo her true lovers as the seasons roll.\\nHer aspect changes, but its grace and charm,\\nAnd varying beauty, still illume the whole.\\nLovely the snow, as summer s perfumed daughters,\\nAnd crystal ice is bright as running waters\\nBrilliant as June s, my sky, though not so tender.\\nAnd even my darkest storms are clothed with splendor,", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0108.jp2"}, "107": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF WINTER. 105\\nThe snow-clacl fields, the gray and purple wood,\\nThe lights and shades in its recesses deep,\\nThe music of the winds, as wild and rude,\\nThey down its long and echoing vistas sweep,\\nAnd the rich beauty of the bare limbs, throwing\\nTheir tracery gainst a sky with sunset glowing\\nSuch are the charms that banish winter s terrors\\nAnd cast a witchino; veil o er all its horrors.\\nAnd if my keen and icy blasts, with dread\\nOf want and wretchedness, some hearts may fill,\\nTis part of that mysterious plan, wide-spread\\nThrough nature s rule, which mingles good and ill.\\nFor unto others, I bring ease and pleasure.\\nNights of gay revelry and days of leisure.\\nComfort and cheerfulness and hearty greetings\\nOf friends and neighbors, in their merry meetings.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0109.jp2"}, "108": {"fulltext": "106 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nWhen the bright, pure, exhilarating snow,\\nWraps in its dazzling mantle, plain and hill,\\nThe country folk, on joyous errands, go\\nFrom house to house, and eat and drink their fill.\\nOn every road the merry sleigh-bells ringing.\\nHerald the happy groups, who laughing, singing,\\nFrom labor free, healthful, light-hearted, careless.\\nHeed not my storms, nor think my season cheerless.\\nTis cold, but now the duties of the year\\nThat summoned them a-field, are past and done\\nSeedtime and harvest, autumn s thrifty care,\\nWent on, protected by a warmer sun.\\nLight toil it is for them, so strong and able.\\nTo fodder stock, well-housed in shed and stable,\\nTo thresh, with sounding flail, the wheat sheaves yellow,\\nThough round the barn, my tempests rage and bellow.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0110.jp2"}, "109": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF WINTER. 107\\nIn many a liomestead, by the blazing fire,\\nUnited families together sit,\\nContent in homely plenty, nor aspire\\nBeyond the joys to their condition fit.\\nTalk of the crops, the cattle and the prices.\\nDiscuss from Washington the last advices,\\nTell village gossip, nor perhaps are missing.\\nSome rustic love-making and harmless kissing.\\nFree, independent, hardy, honest, plain\\nIn life and manners, neither worn by care,\\nNor made corrupt by sordid love of gain,\\nNor tempted into vice by pleasure s snare,\\nNor fettered by the luxury which encumbers.\\nTheir days flow calmly on, rest to their slumbers\\nAnd sturdy health, their easy labor brings them.\\nAnd nature, with boon hand, her treasures flings them.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0111.jp2"}, "110": {"fulltext": "108 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nI visit too great cities, where the crowd\\nBustling and full of movement, noise and life,\\nPours its dense throngs, impetuous and loud\\nIn earnest industry and restless strife.\\nWhere shameless vice its post forever keeping.\\nMocks squalid misery uncared for weeping.\\nAnd haggard passion raves and drunken riot,\\nAnd lawless mobs disturb the public quiet.\\nThere, I bring with me terror, to the huts\\nWhere ragged poverty unnoticed dwells.\\nAnd many a wretch, half-frozen, vainly shuts\\nThe broken window, when the north blast swells\\nAnd the sunk eye of many a mother glistens\\nWith tears, as to the whistling wind she listens,\\nAnd sees upon the hearth the small fire dying.\\nAnd hears her cold and hungry children crying.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0112.jp2"}, "111": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF WINTER. 109\\nBut these are not all, the prosperous and gay,\\nIn whose well-furnished homes warm comfort dwells,\\nWhere want intrudes not, art and wealth display\\nThe luxury refined by taste, which tells\\nOf quiet lives and cultivated senses\\nAnd habits formed, regardless of expenses.\\nOf leisure and repose on good security\\nAnd full reliance on this world s futuritv.\\nGive me a joyful welcome, for with me\\nCome the dear pleasures that to home belong,\\nFireside delights and sweet society\\nOf loved companions, through the evening lon\\nMid such, by ease and elegance surrounded.\\nKind words are spoken and the harp is sounded.\\nAnd though without, the icy tempest lowers,\\nWithin, enjoyment charms the flying hours.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0113.jp2"}, "112": {"fulltext": "110 R U s T I C R H Y M E S\\nMine is the festive season round the board,\\nCovered and decked with luxury profuse,\\nChoice guests assemble, whilst from cellars stored\\nWith ancient treasures of the jovial juice.\\nThe hoarded bottles come the old wine flowing.\\nThe rich old wine, with golden radiance glowing.\\nGives words to wit, to wit gives ready laughter,\\nAnd sometimes leaves a heart or headache after.\\nAnd oft at night to join the sprightly dance\\nQueen Fashion s lieges in gay crowds repair.\\nA thousand lights from polished mirrors glance.\\nAnd beauty, in their lustre, looks more fair.\\nAmid the groups, arrayed in glittering dresses.\\nBewildering forms are seen and waving tresses.\\nSoft eyes that wound the heart, and lovely faces,\\nWith some that were not modelled from the Graces.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0114.jp2"}, "113": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF WINTER. 1 1 1\\n111 light and joyful strains the music swells,\\nAnd gracefully responsive to its note,\\nIn squared cotillions, move the beaux and belles,\\nOr in the waltz s tempting circles float.\\nEyes speak to eyes, in gentle looks revealing,\\nThe lover s hope, the maiden s tender feeling\\nHere dangerous beauty puts forth all her power,\\nAnd reigns, sweet mistress of the brilliant hour.\\nAnd oft, to breathe the pure and frosty air,\\nThe active youth now mounts the bounding steed,\\nWho, in his strength exulting, scarce will bear\\nThe tightened curb to check his fiery speed.\\nAnd as they dash along, with vigor glowing.\\nO er the smooth ice and crisp snow lightly going.\\nThe rider and the horse enjoy together,\\nThe excitino* exercise and wholesome weather.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0115.jp2"}, "114": {"fulltext": "112 RUSTIC RHYMES.\\nNow too, away from crowds and empty noise,\\nAlone, through silent hours, the student sits,\\nFeeding his mind, or in the witching joys\\nOf the muse wrapt, as changeful humor fits.\\nThe inspired poet s page or ancient story\\nKindles his spirit with the love of glory\\nTruth to his eyes her awful form discloses,\\nAnd genius on his soul, its spell imposes.\\nFor him time flies with swift and noiseless wrng\\nEnchanted and absorbed, he marks it not\\nCareless of pleasures to which others cling.\\nThough uncheered solitude may be his lot.\\nThe world s vain fetters from his spirit shaking,\\nHis own thoughts his most loved companions making,\\nScarce mingling in affairs or interests real,\\nHe lives with beings and mid scenes ideal.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0116.jp2"}, "115": {"fulltext": "THE VOICE OF WINTER. 113\\nSuch are the joys I bring, nor are they least\\nOf those that wait upon the varying year.\\nMy reign is short, and nature, soon released,\\nKobed in spring s leaves and garlands will appear,\\nA feeling heart and cultivated reason,\\nPleasure and beauty find in every season,\\nFor unto each, by all-providing Heaven,\\nIts own peculiar charm and joy are given.", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0117.jp2"}, "116": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0118.jp2"}, "117": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0119.jp2"}, "118": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0120.jp2"}, "119": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0121.jp2"}, "120": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0122.jp2"}, "121": {"fulltext": "", "height": "3289", "width": "1845", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0123.jp2"}, "122": {"fulltext": "LIBRARY OF CONGRESS", "height": "3393", "width": "2041", "jp2-path": "rusticrhymes00fish_0124.jp2"}}