...bracelets, and take less velvet, but they are not so pretty. Paris, May 19th. THE GARDEN. — JUNE. " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever,...feels a stir of might— An instinct within it that roaches and towers; And grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and flowers,."...

...the asking ; There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer. " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever,...the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her wnr.ni ear lays ; Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur or see it glisten ; Every...

...the moss, lately grown green in the rain and sunshine of April. And, as LOWELL has so finely said, Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches imd towers; And, grttaping blindly above it for light, Climbs to u soul m grata and flowers. From the...

...0 3 3 21 3ï 4 feet 11 42 45S •••• MMMM •«ew^M •мяиншн JUNE hath 30 days. 18G9. And what is so rare as a day in June ! Then, if ever, come perfect days. * * * There's never a leaf or a blade too mean To be some happy creature's palace. Я ¿ Aspect«,...

...one of those heavenly days in the moath of all moaths, that is, the " moath of roses," when, • " If ever come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, Ami over ir softly her wjrm ear lays; Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, and...

...eft like tsh. BENEATH; » long in each syllable, th flat. BEEN ; bin, not bfn. WARM ; sound the r. AND what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever,...And over it softly her warm ear lays ; Whether we loot, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten; Every clod feels a stir of might,...

...bracelets, and take lees velvet, but they are not so pretty. Paris, May 10th. THE GARDEN. — JUNE. " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect days; Than Heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays. Whether we look,...

...and the poet revels in a description of the glories of the summer : — 1851.] SOME AMERICAN POETS. " Whether we look or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Evory clod feels a etir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly...

...has never been snrpassed by any passage of English poetry : And what is so rare as a day in Jnne ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tnne, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether \ve look, or whether we listen, We hear life mnrmnr,...

...in a description of the glories of the summer : — ' Whether we look, or whether we listen, We heur life murmur, or see it glisten : Every clod feels a stir of might, An iustinct within it that reachei and to wen, And, (fraipiml blixdl<t above it for light, C'timf,t to...