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George Eliot's Early Life,
556, 721, 786
Effects of Frosts and Thaws upon Plants; 82: The Plane-Tree,
Apple-Tree, Natural Spread of, in South
Antiquarian Travelling in Central France, 573 Hands, On Shaking
Dust and Fogs, Singular Connection be-
Nature, The Unity of
England, The Progress of Shipbuilding in 771 PHOTOPHONE, The .
571 | Talmud, The, and the Bible,
116 | UNITY of Nature, The
67, 274, 579
306 Voltaire and Shakespeare,
SUMMER EVE. It is the hour when all things rest : The sun sits in the bannered west, And looks along the golden street That leads o'er ocean to his feet.
To one who left us but the other day,
Through tears I do not care to brush away. Tears for my friend, and tears, ah! much more
bitter, For him, myseif, the self that is as dead As he to whom these faded things were written,
E’er youth and trust bad from my living fed.
Sea-birds with summer on their wing
A DEDICATION. LIKE spray blown lightly from the crested
It was myself, remember that, who wrote them, Read them once more, and note the noble
life, The vast endeavor, and the desperate struggle
To rise above the grovellers in the strife; The sacrifice of self for good of others;
The passion at the sufferings of the poor ; The angry fight 'gainst pride, and sin, and
riches; The looking onward when the prize was sure. Ours too the hands to ease the overladen, Ours the strong voices whose sweet words
of truth Should e'er compel a hearing from the people Who now but scoffed at our impetuous
youth. The world, awakened, soon would
better, Soon sin and sorrow, dying in the dust, Would vanish from the earth before the sun
light Flashed from our swords, whose blades
should never rust.
To glitter in the sun, So from my heart love gave
These airy fancies to the eyes of a be.
But who shall guess
Ah! how much less
Yet he is dead, and I am old and tired,
I do not care if all the world be sin;
Of that bright future they are sure to win. Ah! burn the letters. As they fall to ashes Methinks they're like our fading mortal
dreams, Words upon words, and little of sulfilment Of all was promised by our youth's bright gleams!
All the Year Round.
FELIX, FELIX TER QUATERQUE ! SHOUT and sing, ye merry voices
Of the mountain forest free ! What, but late, were jarring noises
Now as music are to me! Earth in bridal bloom rejoices,
Heaven benignly bends to.see ! He, beloved of her his choice is,
Blest of all the boys is he ! Blest of all the world of boys is
He that's telling this to thee! Shout and sing, ye merry voices !
Fill the forest with your glee !
FROM THE SICILIAN OF VICORTAI.
THE VIOLET'S GRAVE.
Of sunshine slipping through!
A violet so blue !
REFLECTED HEAVEN. The mountain-tops above the mist
Like summer islands lie : Now we together both were blest If thither we could fly.
And you, while at
Your feet I sat,
But I would be
Content to see
SUMMER IN WINTER. Winter is it? Summer splendor
Never was so fair to see ! All because a maiden tender
Gave to-day her heart to me. Heaven a happy lifetime lend her,
Long, and from all evil free ; For the graces that commend her
Make her life the life of me.
So tender was its beauty, and
So douce and sweet its air, I stooped, and yet withheld my hand,
Would pluck, and yet would spare.
Now which were best? - for spring will pass
And vernal beauty fly-
Where would you choose to die?