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CONVERSATIONS ON POETRY.
To the eye of taste, Nature, in all her beautiful varieties, presents a delightful picture.
In summer every thing around us looks gay and lovely; the sky is generally blue and unclouded; the fields are clothed with verdure; the foliage of the trees is of the brightest green; the flowers expand their blossoms and scent the air with their fragrance; the hay-makers appear busily engaged in the fields; the whetting of the scythe is heard in the distance; the loaded waggon is seen slowly approaching the already wellstored rick-yard of the farmer; the birds sing songs of joy in every tree, and nature appears smiling and happy.
Autumn succeeds to summer:—and who does not hail with emotions of plea