...hung o'er the wave t But some blossoms were gathered while freshly they shone, And a dew was distilted from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of...ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year4 Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the banks of ihe calm Bendemeeri...

...cities, as the mode of Isfahan, the mode of Irak, etc. JA river which flows near the rums of Chilmiuar. And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave...bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that hower on the bank of the calm BEKDEMEER! " Poor maiden !" thought the youth, "ifthou wert " sent, "...

...think — is the nightingale singing there yet ? Are the roses still bright by the calm BENDEMEER? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave,...blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, t And a dew was distill'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was...

...think — is the nightingale singing there yet ! Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave,...blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone, Thus memory draws from delight ere it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year ; Thus bright...

...that gave All i he fragrance of summer, when summer w;i> {¡une. Thus memory draws from delight, crc it dies, An essence that breathes of it many a year; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my <-ycs, Is that bower on the banks of the calm Bemlemeer ! «Poor maiden !» thought the youth, «if...

...nightingale singing there yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeori No, the roses soon withered that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone , And a dew was dislill'd from their flower*, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory...

...nightingale singing (hurt- yet? Are the roses still bright by the calm Bondcmccr? No, the roses soon wilhcr'd that hung o'er the wave, But some blossoms were gather'd, while freshly they shone , And a dew was distil I'd from their flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory...

...forget, But oft when alone in the bloom of the year I think, — is the nightingale singing there yet ? No, the roses soon wither'd that hung o'er the wave...while freshly they shone, And a dew was distill'd from the flowers, that gave All the fragrance of summer, when summer was gone. Thus memory draws from delight...

...observe the transposition of the English. EXERCISE L. (same continued). No, the roses soon wither 'd that hung o'er the wave; But some blossoms were gather'd while freshly they shone, And a dew was distill' d from the flowers, that gave All the fragrance of Summer, when Summer was gone. Thus Memory...

...yet ? — Are the roses still bright by the calm Bendemeer ? . " .' No— the roses soon wither 'd that hung o'er the wave, . But some blossoms were...draws from delight ere it dies, , , ; An essence that breath of it many a year ; Thus bright to my soul, as 'twas then to my eyes, Is that bower on the bank...