...fellow-animal thus turn'd to earth! MRS ON THE GRASSHOPPER and CRICKET. I. [FROM POEMS By JOHN KEATS.] THE poetry of earth is never dead : When all the birds are faint withthe hot vj -, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will ran From hedge to hedge about the new-mown...

...colours ; and the grasshopper, too, chirps his merry note, From hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead, When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees. Flying ants quit their nests, and the dew-moth, , and Granville butterfly, make their appearance :...

...lot of frail humanity. In winter we complain of cold ; in spring we complain of rain : in summer, ' when all the birds are faint with the hot sun, and hide in trees,' we fail not to complain of the parching heat and the sultry air. Shall we say, then, that man...

...tricksy note. The poetry of earth is never dead ; When .-ill the birds are faint with the hot aun, the sake of new-mo« в mead: That is the grasshopper's. Kent*. " Besides some of the flowers of last month, there...

...gravest tone. The gnats " Their murmuring small trumpet! foundeo wide :" and htr» and there the li'tle musician of the grass touches forth his tricksy note.,...sun, And hide in cooling trees, a voice will run From hodge to hedge about the new-mown mead : That is the grasshopper'!. But whoever would taste all the...

...tone. The gnats Their murmuring small trumpets sonnden wide ; Spetuer. and here and there the tittle musician of the grass touches forth his tricksy note....trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge about the new-mowm mead : That is the grasshopper's. Kealt. " Besides some of the flowers of last month, there...

...sunny skies and playful breezes shall invite them to the shade of leafy arbours. At that sweet time, " When all the birds are faint with the hot sun, And hide in cooling trees;" when the fervent voice of the grasshopper chirping in his torrid joy, " runs From hedge to hedge, about...

...trumpets sounden wide ;" while here and there the little musician in the grass touches forth his tricksey note. " The Poetry of Earth is never dead — When...trees, a voice will run From hedge to hedge, about the new mown mead — That is the grasshopper's." It is a delightful thing to walk into the park on a fine,...

...of our poor humanity. In winter, we complain of cold ; in spring, we complain of rain ; in summer, " when all the birds are faint with the hot sun, and hide in trees," we fail not to complain of the parching heat and the sultry air. Shall we say, then, that man...

...sweeps acr-js* the ear wiij his gravest tune. The gnats, Their murmuring small trumpets sounden wide, and here and there, the little musician of the grass...hedge to hedge about the new-mown mead ; That is the grasshopper 'я. ** Besides some of the flowers of last month, there are candy tuits, catch fly. columbines,...