...Chasing the wild deer and following the roe, My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go. — ROBERT BURNS. MARCH The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies. I hear the rushing of the blast, Ah, passing few are they who speak, Wild stormy month! in praise...

...to rise, are baffled to fight better, Sleep to wake. Robert Browning. MARCH By WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they...

...break, Never dreamed though right were worsted, wrong would triumph, MARCH BY WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies ; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they...

..." gastronomical ' ' "varlet" "foreign luxuries" "rural feeling" "gourmand" WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 1 The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. 2 Ah, passing few are...

...for a living; Hut the child that is born on the Sabbath day Is gentle and loving and merry and gay." The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies ; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. BRYANT sky skies fly...

...' ' intoxication " " gastronomical ' ' "varlet" "foreign luxuries" / MARCH WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT 1 The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast, That through, the snowy valley flies. 2 Ah, passing few are...

...want of a horse the rider was lost. Experience keeps a dear school, but fools will learn in no other. MARCH The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they...

...loveth best All things both great and small, For the dear God who loveth us— He made and loveth all. MARCH The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies; I hear the rushing of the blast That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, passing few are they...

...endless infancy shalt pass; And, singing down thy narrow glen, Shalt mock the fading race of men. 90 MARCH THE stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies. I hear the rushing of the blast, That through the snowy valley flies. Ah, °passing few are...

...disagreeable month. Perhaps they felt about March as our own American poet, Bryant, did when he wrote — "The stormy March is come at last, With wind, and cloud, and changing skies." If March was the first month, what was New Year's Day ? The next month was the beginning of...