...Of the pleasant lanes and the country air And the field-paths trod by some. And so, as she wearily stitches, She and her caged thrush sing : Oh would...green May — It never were bright, bright Spring ! Osbomc Place, Bluckheath. WC BENNETT. SOMETHINGS ABOUT SOMETHING OR ANOTHER. BY WILLIAM THOM. LAST...

...Of the pleasant lanes and the country air And the field-paths trod by some. And so, as she wearily stitches, She and her caged thrush sing : Oh would...green May — It never were bright, bright Spring ! Oslornc Place, Blackheath. 'WC BENNETT. SOMETHINGS ABOUT SOMETHING OR ANOTHER. BY WILLIAM THOM. LAST...

...Of the pleasant lanes and the country air And the field-paths trod by some. And so, as she wearily stitches, She and her caged thrush sing : Oh would...green May — It never were bright, bright Spring ! Osborne Place, Blaclkeath. W. C . BENNETT. SOMETHINGS ABOUT SOMETHING OR ANOTHER. BY WILLIAM THOM....

...snowed with daisy stars, And the winds are thrilled with song ; And yet, as ever she stitches, She hears her caged thrush sing, Oh would it never were May, green May — It never were bright, bright Spring ! Close is the court and darkened, On which her bare room looks, Whose only wealth is its wall's one...

...Of the pleasant lanes and the country air And the field-paths trod by some ; And so as she wearily stitches, She and her caged thrush sing, Oh, would it never were May, green May, TO MY BABY KATE. A BEVEBIE. MABTEL, baby, 'tis to me, What thy little thoughts can be— What the meanings...

...looks so rusty and dull As never a fire were there ; And there, as she stitches and stitches, She hears her caged thrush sing, Oh, would it never were May, green May, It never were bright, bright Spring !' So far, then, we accept the pleasant offering from Mr. Bennett's muse with thanks ; that special...

...the pleasant lanes, and the country air, And the field- paths trod by some. And so, as she wearily stitches, She and her caged thrush sing, " Oh would...green May ! " It never were bright, bright Spring!" HAVEN-BLACK ARE AMY'S TANGLING TRESSES. RAVEN-BLACK are Amy's tangling tresses ; Passion-lit are Mary's...

...snow'd with daisy stars, And the winds are thrill'd with song; And yet, as ever she stitches, She hears her caged thrush sing, " Oh would it never were May...green May ! " It never were bright, bright Spring !" Close is the court and darken'd, On which her bare room looks, Whose only wealth is its wall's one...

...never a fire were there ; And there, as she stitches and stitches, She hears her caged thrush sing, " Oh would it never were May — green May ! It never...thrush sing, " Oh would it never were May — green May I It never were bright, bright Spring !" Days that are clouded and dull, Winter — though winter bring...