...hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted...

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...hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...thousand hues. Ye valleys low where the milde whispers use. Of shades and wanton winds, andgushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart Star Sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes, That on the green terfsuck the honied showres, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...thousand hues. Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use. Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks. On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks. Throw...all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, 140 And purple all the ground with vemal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose...

...thousand hues. Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, Throw...all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf such the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe Primrose...

...gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enameld eyes, That on the green terf suck the honied showres, And purple all the ground with vernal flowres. . . . To strew the Laureat Herse where Lycid lies. [134-51] The vision is still essentially pastoral,...

...thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes That on the green turf suck the honey'd showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...