...temples rise, and praise be sung. •; . i * NP WILLIS. SPRING. THK Spring is here— the delieate-footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers ; And with it eomes a thirst to be away, Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours — A feeling that is like a...

...Mormora sempre e geme Fin cbc non tnrna al mar." METASTASIO. THE Spring is here—the delicate, footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers;...hours— A feeling that is like a sense of wings, We pass out from the city's feverish hum, To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And nature, that...

...NP WILLIS. THE Spring is here — the delicate-fooled May, With its alight ringers full of leave.» and flowers ; And with it comes a thirst to be away,...wood-paths its voluptuous hours— A feeling that is like a cense of wings, Restless to soar above these perishing thing«. We paes oui from the city's feverish...

...POETRY. SPRIXG.— NP WILLIS. Ти« Spring is here — the delicate-fooled May, With its «light fingen full of leaves and flowers ; And with it comes a thirst to be away, Wasting in wood-paths ils voluptuous hours— A feeling that is like a sense of wings, Restless to soar above these perishing...

...lessening current run ; The realm our tribes are crushed to get May be a barren desert yet. SPRING.— The Spring is here — the delicate-footed May, With...its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers ; And witli it comes a thirst to be away, "Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours— A feeling that is...

...where long there has been nothing but alienee and sadness. ' The spring is here — the delicate footed May, With its slight fingers full of leaves and flowers,...away, Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours.' Verily here is a climate in which nature, descending from the stately character of ' dame,' and assuming...

...Distinctly through the open window seen, Lone, pale, and still as a sepulchral lamp. Spring.— NP WILLIS.* THE Spring is here — the delicate-footed May, With...like a sense of wings, Restless to soar above these perishii** things. We pass out from the city's feverish hum, To find refreshment in the silent woods...

...passegiera In flume, Va prigionera In finite, Mormora sempre e geme Fin che non torna al mar." METABTASIO. THE Spring is here, the delicate-footed May, With...be away, Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours : Restless to soar above these perishing things. A feeling that is like a sense of wings, We pass out...

...and a scene more sweet Than these drear borders offer us to-night. SPRING. BY NATHANIEL P. WILLIS. THE Spring is here, the delicate-footed May, With...slight fingers full of leaves and flowers, And with it conies a thirst to be away, Wasting in wood-paths its voluptuous hours : A feeling that is like a sense...

...Va passegiera In fiume, Va prigiontra Mormora sempre e geme Fin che non toma al mar." McTAITABIO. 4 THE Spring is here — the delicate-footed May, With...Restless to soar above these perishing things. We paas out from the city's feverish hum, To find refreshment in the silent woods ; And nature, that is...