...joy, whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...joy whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. In this month, black ants (formica nigraj are observed ; the blackbird and the turkey (meleagris gallopavo)...

...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrow? Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...all the singing- birds. Emily. — As Shelly beautifully speaks of it — Like a star of heaven In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Dr. B. — The organs of voice in reptiles are much less complicated in their construction than in...

...star of heaven, In the broad day-light Tbou art uHseen, but ye* 1 Lear thy shrill delight, Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the while dawn clear, Until we hardly see, we feel that it is there. All the earth and air With thy voice...

...joy whose race is just begun. The pale puiple even Melts around thy flight; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight, — Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In a torrent sea, Sunbeam-proof, I hang like a roof, The mountains its column as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows in the white dawn clear, Until...

...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven, In the broad day-light Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight Keen as are the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of heaven. In the broad daylight Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. Keen as ore the arrows Of that silver sphere, Whose intense lamp narrows In the white dawn clear, Until...

...whose race is just begun. The pale purple even Melts around thy flight ; Like a star of Heaven, In the broad day-light, Thou art unseen, but yet I hear thy shrill delight. What objects are the fountains Of thy happy strain ? What fields, or waves, or mountains ? What shapes...