...good-night carol more ; ' He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' Ye stars ! which are the poetry of heaven ! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men...

...chirps the grasshopper one good-night carol more. At intervals, some bird 1'rom out the brakes. Shirts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems a...— for the starlight dews All silently their tears ol' love instil, Weeping themselves away." Lake Leman, in a Storm. "Thy sky i$ changed ! — and such...

...carol more; LXXXVII. " He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts...Deep into nature's breast the spirit of her hues. Lxxxvnr. " Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fata...

...good-night carol more; " He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. " Ye stars! which are the poetry of heaven! If in your bright leaves we would read the fate Of men...

...carol more; LXXXVH. 11 He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill ; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts...themselves away, till they infuse Deep into nature's breabt the spirit of her hues. LXXXVI1I. " Ve stars ! Of men and empires,— '(is to be forgiven, That...

...stintless. — Darkness. Milton. — Hissing, but stiugkss.— Paradiscl^st. Byron. It is the hush of night, the starlight dews. All silently their tears of love instil. Weeping themselves away.— CH c. iii, s. 87. Moore. — Tis evening — now the heats and care« of day, In twilight dews are...

...from out th» Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seemi a floating whisper on the brakes, hill, But that is fancy, for the star-light dews All...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues." pp. 4T, 48. Attracted as we are by these beautiful lines, we must consent to pass over the remaining...

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...reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his £11; At intervals, some bird from out the brake*, " Starts into voice a moment, then is still. There seems...their tears of love instil, Weeping themselves away, thill they infuse Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her lines. Lxxxvm. Ye stars! which are the...

...good-night carol more. ' He is an evening reveller, who makes His life an infancy, and sings his fill; At intervals, some bird from out the brakes, Starts...Deep into Nature's breast the spirit of her hues. ' All heaven and earth are still, — though not in sleep, But breathless, as we grow when feeling...