...wave; But some beans had been gathered, the last that hung on, And a soup was distilled in a kettle, that gave All the fragrance of summer when summer...delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it awfully hard: And thus good to my taste as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower of bean-vines in Benjamin's...

...singing there yet ? — Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,...soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bendemeer ! Whose are the gilden tents that crowd that way, Where all was waste and...

...o'er th« wave, But some blossoms were galher'd, while freshly they shone, And a dew was dislill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of...Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, la that bower on the banks of the calm Jfendtmeer! " And, now thou sec'st my soul's angelic hue •'...

...think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? « No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave,...gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gene. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus...

...singing there yet? ' Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No: the roses soon witber'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,...All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. ïîiiis memory draws from delight e'er it dies, An essence that breathes from it many a year ; Then...

...singing there yet ?— * Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,...gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was S°ne- , ..... Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, . . An essence that breathes of it many...

...bright by the calm Sendemeerf No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er th« wave, But some blussoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, And a dew...summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it diet, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my era,...

...-is the nightingale singing there vet ; Are the roses still bright by the calm iiendemeer ? No—the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave; But some blossoms were gathered while freshly they shone, And a dew was distilled from their flower? that gave All the fragrance...

...nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER? No, the roses soon witherM that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,...soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of the calm BENDEMEEK, AUTUMN. NAY William, nay, not so ; the changeful year In all its due successions...

...were githur'd, while freshly they rlione, And a dew was dUtill'd from their flowers, that gave All lue fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An vSMuce that breather of it many a year; Thuj bright to my sotil, a* 'twas then to uiy eyes, Is that...