For him the Spring Distils her dews, and from the silken gem Its lucid leaves unfolds; for him the hand Of Autumn tinges every fertile branch With blooming gold, and blushes like the morn.

That from myriad spicy cups distils, Loitering along o'er the locust-trees.

It holds the blood of sun and star, And all pure essences that are: No fruit so high on the heavenly vine, Whose golden hanging clusters shine On the far-off shadowy midnight hills, But some sweet influence it distils That slideth down the silvery rills.

And the tones were upheld by harmonies deep, Where the spirit floated; yea, soared, on their sweep With each wild unearthly word and tone, Upward, it knew not whither bound, In a calm delirium of mystic sound Up, where the Genius of Thought alone Loveth in silence to drink his fill Of dews that from unknown clouds distil.

A tiger roaming for his prey, Sprung on a traveller in the way; The prostrate game a lion spies, And on the greedy tyrant flies; With mingled roar resounds the wood, Their teeth, their claws distil with blood; 40 Till vanquished by the lion's strength, The spotted foe extends his length.

"For my services Pay me with pricelesse treasure of a kisse, While from the balmy fountaynes of thy lips Distils a moisture precious as the Dew The amorous bounty of the morne Casts on the Roses cheeke.

He distils money out of the poor men's tears, and grows fat by their curses.

No more tire morn, with tepid rays, Unfolds the flow'r of various hue; Noon spreads no more the genial blaze, Nor gentle eve distils the dew.

And tears alone our hearts distil.

Each gleaming cup its nectared wine distils, For spirit lips each chalice ever fills.

His cap is duntled in; his back bears fresh stains of peat; a gentle rain distils from the few angles of his person, and bedews the platform; for Mark Armsworth has "been in Whit" to-day.

Now as along the sultry waste they move, The keenest pang of raging thirst they prove: No cooling fruit its grateful juice distils, 125 Nor flows one balmy drop from crystal rills; For nature sickens in th' oppressive beam, That shrinks the vernal bud, and dries the stream; While horror, as his giant stature grows, O'er the drear void his spreading shadow throws.

When General Annenkof commenced his works at Mikhailov, he was obliged to distil the water from the Caspian Sea, as if he were on board ship.

Earth glitters with the drops the night distils.

The gentle dew that distils upon the tender herbage in the deep silence of midnight, of the mist that rises from the bosom of the earth, are not without design.

"For us | the zeph | -yr blows, For us | distils | the dew, For us | unfolds | the rose, And flow'rs | display | their hue; For us | the win | -ters rain, For us | the sum | -mers shine, Spring swells | for us | the grain, And au | -tumn bleeds | the vine.

Its unseen dew Distils on folded swath and mound, Where grass is deep or sods are new, And branches shake without a sound; Where, numberless and low and grey, The furrows lessen to the sky; There sleep the sons of England, they Who died that England should not die.

So the all-seeing sun each day, Distils the world with chemic ray; But finds the essence only showers, Which straight in pity back he pours.

It injects the acid of irony into success, and distils the attar of felicity from failure.

" LITERARY WORLD."A book to read, to cherish, and to turn to again and again for the renewal of the moods of exaltation which it distils like dew upon a hillside.

Jug is the juggernaut that crushes his hard earnings in the dust, or, without the figure, distils them into drink.

"It haunts the air above and around; it distils in showers upon the polished marble; it rises, it falls....

In three voyages out of five, the North Pacific, too big to lie altogether idle, too idle to get hands about the business of a storm, sulks and smokes like a chimney; the passengers fresh from Japan heat wither in the chill, and a clammy dew distils from the rigging.

Well do I deserve to be thought a harlot for having in the innocence of my heart, and out of the confidence I reposed in a Prince of Puru's race, entrusted my honour to a man whose mouth distils honey, while his heart is full of poison.

And so of you, beauteous and lovely youth, When that shall fade, my verse distils your truth.