...passage of his L' Allegro : — Sometime walking not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, — While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid slngeth blithe, And the mower whets his sithe. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn...

...hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his slate, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...eglantine. Or listen how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, While the plowman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And...milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...Darkness thin, And to the stack, or barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before; While the plonghman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And...milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe. And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale." Who would not take a morning...

...the slumbering mom, From the side of some hoar hill Through the high wood echoing shrill; Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...Whistles o'er the furrowed land; And the milkmaid singcth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn...

...eastern gate, Where the great Sun begins his state, n» Robed in flames and amber light, The elouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman,...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his seythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. 53. Oft listening, ete....

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...green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great inn begins his state, Robed in flames and nmlwr light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While...Whistles o'er the furrowed land; And the milkmaid eingeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn...

...amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o er the furrowed land ; And the milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets nis scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale,5 Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye4...

...darkness thin, And to the stack, or the barn door, Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering...milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...