...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas I they nil are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the...

...after it; as, " Here, and here only, lies the democratic character of the revolution."—Bancroft. , " Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...stood, In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood!"—Bryant. § 257.—THE SEMICOLON. I. —When a sentence which is complete in construction,...

...calls the crow through all the gloomy day. In brighter light, and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately sprang and stood Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with...

...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...? Alas ! they all are in their graves, the gentle рясе of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the fair and good of ours. The rain is falling...

...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood? Alas I the}- all arc in their graves, the gentle race of tlowers Are lying in their lowly beds, with the...

...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood P Alas ! they all are in their graves ; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lowly beds with...

...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calk the crow through all the gloomy day. are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that lately...brighter light and softer airs, a beauteous sisterhood ? Al«« ! they all are in their graves, the gentle race of flowers The rain is falling where they...

...Call me early, mother dear. Half way up the stairs it stands And points and beckons with its hands Alas! they all are in their graves; the gentle race of flowers Are lying in their lonely beds with the fair and good of ours. PROPERTIES OF PRONOUNS. 303. You have already learned that...

...gust, and to the rabbit's tread. The robin and the wren are flown, and from the shrubs the jay, 2. Where are the flowers, the fair young flowers, that...not from out the gloomy earth the lovely ones again. 3. The wind-flower and the violet, they perished long ago, And the brier-rose and the orchis died amid...

...flown, and from the shrubs the jay, And from the wood-top calls the crow through all the gloomy day. " H The rain is falling where they lie, but the cold November rain Calls not from out the gloomy earth...