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Sweet Auburn! loveliest milage of the plain...T. Creswick, R.A.....007
The never-failing brook, the busy mill........T. Creswick, R.A.....008
The hawthorn bush, with seals in shade........C. W. Cope, R.A......009
The matron's glance that would reprove........H. J. Townsend.......010
The hollow sounding bittern guards its nest...F. Tayler............012
These, far departing, seek a kinder shore.....C. Stonhouse.........014
Amidst the swains show my book-learn'd skill..J. C. Horsley........015
And, as a hare, whom hounds and horns pursue..F. Tayler............016
To spurn imploring famine from the gale.......C. W. Cope, R.A......017
While resignation gently slopes the way.......T. Creswick, R.A.....018
The playful children let loose from school....T. Webster, R.A......019
All but yon widow'd solitary thing............F. Tayler............020
The village preacher's modest mansion rose....T. Creswick, R.A.....021
He chid their wanderings; relieved pain.......C. W. Cope, R.A......022
Shoulder'd his crutch, and show'd fields won..C. W. Cope, R.A......023
Beside the bed where parting life was laid....R. Redgrave, R.A.....025
And pluck'd his gown, share the man's smile...J. C. Horsley........026
The village master taught his little school...T. Webster, R.A......027
Full well they laugh'd with glee..............T. Webster, R.A......028
Convey'd the dismal tidings when he frown'd...T. Webster, R.A......028
In arguing too the parson own'd his skill.....C. W. Cope, R.A......029
Near yonder thorn, that lifts its head high...T. Creswick, R.A.....030
Where village statesmen with looks profound...F. Tayler............031
But the long pomp, the midnight masquerade....J. C. Horsley........033
Proud swells the tide with loads of ore.......T. Creswick, R.A.....034
If to some common's fenceless limit stray'd...C. Stonhouse.........036
Where the poor houseless female lies..........J. C. Horsley........037
She left her wheel and robes of brown.........J. C. Horsley........038
The rattling terrors of the vengeful snake....T. Creswick, R.A.....040
The cooling brookt the grassy-vested green....T. Creswick, R.A.....041
The good old sire the first prepared to go....C. W. Cope, R.A......042
Whilst her husband strove to lend relief......R. Redgrave, R.A.....043
Down where yon vessel spreads the sail........T. Creswick, R.A.....044
Or winter wraps the polar world in snow.......T. Creswick, R.A.....045
As rocks resist the billows aNd the sky.......T. Creswick, R.A.....046
Drawn on wood, from the original Etchings, by E. K. Johnson, and engraved by Horace Harral, Thomas Bolton, and James Cooper.
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