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...take leas velvet, but they an not so pretty. Paris, May 10th. THE GARDEN. — JUN E. " And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect...earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm car lays. Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or see it glisten ; Every clod...

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...department ; a happy idea, it must be allowed, of general publication. A DAY IN JUNE. AND what is so rare as a day in June? Then, if ever, come perfect days; The heaven tries the earth if it be in tune, And over it softly her warm ear lays ; Whether we look,...

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...There is no price set on the lavish summer, And June may be had by the poorest comer. And what is so rare as a day in June ? Then, if ever, come perfect...Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for light, Climbs to a soul in grass and...

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...the poor, Though I turn me empty from his door ; That is no true alms ichich the hand can hold." " ' Whether we look, or whether we listen, We hear life...Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasjñng blindly а/юге it for li¡¡ktt Climb» to a soul itiyra#$...

...from his castle, and the poet revels in a description of the glories of the summer : — ' Whether wo look, or whether we listen, We hear life murmur, or...Every clod feels a stir of might, An instinct within it that reaches and towers, And, grasping blindly above it for liylU, Climla to a soul in grass and...

...has never been snrpassed by any passage of English poetry : And what is so rare as a day in Jnne ? Then, if ever, come perfect days ; Then Heaven tries the earth if it be in tnne, And over it softly her warm ear lays : Whether \ve look, or whether we listen, We hear life mnrmnr,...