...the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget ; But oft, when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think, is the nightingale...? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer 1 No ! the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gathered while freshly...

...my ehildhood 'twas like n sweet dream, Tlmt Iwwer and its musie I never forget ; Bnt oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale...singing there yet '? Are the roses still bright by the ealm BKXDEMEEE ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,...

...singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm BEN DEMEKK F No, the roses soon wither'd,that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd,...that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer waa gone. Thus memory draws from delight, ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ;...

...in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale...the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? " No, tbe roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they...

...heaven. "THE DAYS THAT ARE GONE." •' That bower and its music I never forget ; But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think is the nightingale...Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer?" LaUa Bookh. WHERE is that spot where at daylight's decline The shadows of memory lightly shall fall...

...think — is the nightingale singing there yet '< Are the roses still bright by the calm BzxDEMEEH ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather 'd, while frcsl.lv they shone, And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave [goneAll...

...in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly...

...in the roses and hear the bird's song That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — is the nightingale singing there yot? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER? No, the ro»es soon wither'd that hung o'er...

...and hear the birds' song. That garden of roses I ne'er can forget; But oft when alone in the spring of the year, I think — "Is the nightingale singing...there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendamere ? " No! the roses soon wither' d that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd...

...in the roses and hear the bird's song. That bower and its music I never forget, But oft when alone, in the bloom of the year, I think — Is the nightingale...? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? * Musnuds are cushioned scats reserved for persons of distinction. t The Persians, like the ancient...