...wove, O'erhang his wavy bed : ow air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat, 'ith short shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, s oft he rises 'midst the twilight path, gainst the pilgrim borne in heedless hum : Now teach me, maid...

...springs, Thy springs, and dying gales; " O nymph reserved ! while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede...hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, "As oft he rises...

...modest springs, Thy springs, and dying gales ; O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede...hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn. As oft he rises...

...wove, O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat, With short shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds...sullen horn, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against the pilgrim borne in heedless hum. Now teach me, maid compos'd, To breathe some soften'd strain,...

...brawling springs, Thy springs, and dying gales : O nymph rcserv'd, while now the bright-hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede ethereal wove, O'erhang his wavy bed: Now air is hush'd, save where the weak-ey'd bat, With short, shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where...

...and Gray has done best :— Vow air is hushed, gave where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn. ' Ode to Evening.' The flight of the bat and the beetle " with his drowsy hums " indicates the approach...

...dying gales ; Like thy own solemn springs, Oh nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede ethereal wove, O'erhang his wavy bed : Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn, As oft he rises midst the twilight path, Against...

...save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. Gray. Now air is hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat With short, shrill shriek, flits by on leathern wing; Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn. Collins. E....

...modest springs, Thy springs, and dying gales ; O nymph reserved, while now the bright-haired sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede...hushed, save where the weak-eyed bat, With short shrill shriek flits by on leathern wing, Or where the beetle winds His small but sullen horn. As oft he rises...

...that happy moment so exquisitely described by Collins : -" While now the bright hair'd sun Sits in yon western tent, whose cloudy skirts, With brede ethereal wove, O'erhang his wavy bed." " Oh ! that beautiful Ode !" exclaimed Glorvina, with all her wildest enthusiasm—" never can I read...