Poèmes que vous devrait savoir . dans la lumière orange pearl et elle se leva pour projeter le large réseau,et se pencha dans la nuit parfumée, où les oiseaux chantaient de summertide brun ;(Twas aime propre voix qui a appelé et a pleuré). Ah ! Elle a dit, les mauvais te chercher encore, bien que les voies les plus épineuses doivent à la juste pieds blancs de Nicolete. Ils dormaient, qui aurait posé son vol ; (fain étaient-ils la femme de chambre était mort)  ; elle a abandonné sa hauteur prisons fbas sur brins de , featly lié.et si elle a passé du côté jardin avec des feuilles roses set,doucement et marguerites dainty, sombre à côté de la juste pieds blancs de Nico

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Poems you ought to know . in pearl and amber light She rose to fling the lattice wide, And leaned into the fragrant night, Where brown birds sang of summertide;(Twas Loves own voice that called and cried). Ah Sweet! she said, Ill seek thee yet, Though thorniest pathways should betide The fair white feet of Nicolete. They slept, who would have staid her flight; (Full fain were they the maid had died) ;She dropped adown her prisons height On strands of linen featly tied.And so she passed the garden side With loose leaved roses sweetly set, And dainty daisies, dark beside The fair white feet of Nicolete! Her lover lay in evil plight (So many lovers yet abide!)I would my tongue could praise aright Her name, that should be glorified.Those lovers now, whom foes divide A little weep—and soon forget.How far from these faint lovers glide The fair white feet of Nicolete. ENVOY. My princess, doflF thy frozen pride. Nor scorn to pay Loves golden debt.Through his dim woodland take for guide The fair white feet of Nicolete.. 78 NIGHT. BY JOSEPH BLAlfCO WHITE. Joseph Blanco White was born of Irish parents in Seville, Spain, July U, 1775, and was put in training for a mercantile career, but heleft his fathers counting house and was ordained a priest in 1796, andcontinued in the priesthood until 1810, when, because of the politicalcrisis in Spain, he went to England, residing in London as a man ofletters, where he contributed largely to the leading reviews and period-icals, and produced several books, treating mostly of Spain and itsaffairs. He died in May, 1841. His Sonnet to Night was pronouncedby Coleridge the finest in the English language. Mysterious Night when our first parent knewThee from report divine, and heard thy name, Did he not tremble for this lovely frame.This glorious canopy of light and blue;Yet neath a curtain of translucent hue.Bathed in the rays of the great setting flame, Hesperus with the host of heaven came, And, lo! creation widened in mans view.Who would have th

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