...Emphelung,—Iht Diener, BBS EN. CHAPTER II MEYRINGEN TO THE GRIMSEL, BY THE URBACHTHAL AND GAULI GLACIER ' Spring still makes spring in the mind When sixty years...I see the summer glow, And through the wild-piled snow drift The warm rose buds below.' OUR bivouac at Meyringen was le Sausage, who discharged his duty...

...despair j His cheeks mantle with mirth ; And the tinimagined good of men J» yeaning at the birth. Spring still makes spring in the mind, When sixty...throbbing heart, And we are never old. Over the winter glaeiera, I see the summer glow, no And, through the wild-piled snowdrift, warm rosebuds below. ALPHONSO...

...' good-night,' and went back to the patient quadruped, languishing for his stable. CHAPTER XIII. ' Spring still makes spring in the mind When sixty years...the wild-piled snowdrift The warm rose-buds below.' BRANSCOMB is not a fashionable watering-place ; there is neither pier nor band, nor has any joint-stock...

...prose, in the region of the feelings, his spirit of faith and trust, so in the poem the "World-Soul": "Spring still makes spring in the mind, When sixty...glow, And through the wild-piled snow-drift, The warm rose buds below." And in the Threnody: "Wilt thou not ope thy heart to know What rainbows teach, and...

...poem, The World Soul," and with this his biographer fitly concludes : — Spring still makes fpring in the mind When sixty years are told ; Love wakes...are never old. Over the winter glaciers I see the emernld glow, And through the wild-piled snow-drift The warm roicbuds below. PE M ANALECTA ORIENTALIA...

...books? . It is high time that this state of affairs should come to an end. —Southern School Journal. Over the winter glaciers I see the summer glow, And...the wild-piled snowdrift The warm rosebuds below. — Emerson. Now Nature hangs her mantle green On every blooming tree. —Robert Burn». Views on Education...

...turns to the Emerson Calendar, and says, " I found for the day some lines from his ' World Soul '' Love wakes anew this throbbing heart, And we are never old ; Over the winter glaciers 1 see the summer glow, And through the wild piled snowdrift The warm rose-bads blow.' Rending them,...