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...light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The gross, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's oldest child, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been...

...incense hangj upon the boughs, White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, Called him soft...

...nightingale, realizing to the full the truth and beauty of those lines, which Francis used so to dote upon " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the bough, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet." ****** " Musing, I listen." And as he listened there...

...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I canjiot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...some melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. * * * * Thou wert not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice...

...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft...

...melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. * » * * I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, cover' d up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...