...flowers тегу much renmbto the geranium, and thence called the Indian géranium. * Hi-- Muobarunga. I know that soul-entrancing swell, It is — it must be — Philomel! Enough, enough, the rustling tree» Announce a shower upon the breeze, The flashes of the suramer sky Assume a deeper, ruddier dye...

...come THe village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; . And, what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane 1 I know that soul-entrancing swell ! . It is,— -it' must be,^— Philomel! Enough, enough, the rustling...

...her song, and with her wail resound. Heber points out the same quality in the Indian relative : — And what is she whose liquid strain Thrills through...soul-entrancing swell, — It is, it must be, Philomel. Sylvester — among whose craggy recesses of wild fancy the youthful hand of Milton gathered a few...

...blessed sound broke at last. A soft rustle, a gentle breeze, is heard. ' And who is she whose lighted strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? I...rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze.' Just before the storm burst, the sound of bearers running along the compound was heard, and the next...

...drum. Still as we pass, from brush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is he whose liquid strain Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane...soul-entrancing swell ! It is — it must be — Philomel!* " ' Still as we pass,' too, we pray — for we may yet pray for earth — that Mind may assert her...

...come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still, as we pass, from bush to briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And what is she whose liquid strain...know that soul-entrancing swell, It is — it must be — T Philomel ! Enough, enough ! the rustling trees Announce a shower upon the breeze ; The flashes...

...come The village song, the horn, the drum. J Still as we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre ; And, what is she whose liquid strain...of sugar-cane ? I know that soul-entrancing swell I It is — it must be — Philomel ! * A shrub whose deep scarlet flowers very much resemble the geranium,...

...come The village song, the horn, the drum. Still as we pass, from bush and briar, The shrill cigala strikes his lyre : And, what is she whose liquid strain...Thrills through yon copse of sugar-cane ? I know that soul -en trancing swell 1 It is— it must be— Philomel ! Enough, enough, the rustling jrees Announce...