...cries, Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, Ou whose fresh lap the swurt star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That...

...tranquillity of the outward world scenes and sounds that harmonize with its pensiveness. " Return," he cries, Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds,...

...Qa\a.aaovi>nos. Could that strange poet have alluded to the practice of mixing sea-water with wine ? b Ye vallies 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...

...Yet, maie the ax stande next the dore.' Sir T. Smith's Psalms. Restituta. iv. 189. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and hid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild...

...Yet, maie the ax stande next the dore.' Sir T. Smith's Psalms. Restituta. iv. 189. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ;...the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton...

...that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ;...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...the Lycidas. " Return, Alphens, the dread voice is past, That shrank thy streams ; return, Silician Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye vallies low, where the wild whispers use On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks ; Of shades,...

...the most pleasing passages in the Lycidas. " Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrank thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye vallies low, where the wild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds,...

...door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is post. sumption. Some say, no cost Their bells, and flowerets of о thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers u.«o...

...two-handed engine at the door 1 30 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus, tires Into swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...