Motherwell.
54. The unseen hawk
Whistling to clouds, and sky-born streams.
Wordsworth.
55. The low, sweet shell,
By whose far music shall thy soul be haunted.
Miss Landon.
56. The trumpet's war-note proud,
The trampling and the hum!
Macaulay.
Motherwell.
54. The unseen hawk
Whistling to clouds, and sky-born streams.
Wordsworth.
55. The low, sweet shell,
By whose far music shall thy soul be haunted.
Miss Landon.
56. The trumpet's war-note proud,
The trampling and the hum!
Macaulay.