...piercing ray, and find no dawn j So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hollow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit-^nor sometimes forget Those other two, equall'd with...

...piercing ray, and find no dann ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...

...neither marked as quotations nor printed as poetry. The reader will easily recollect the following : Par. Lost, Book ¡ii. Together both, ere the high lawns appeared Under the opening eyelids of the morn,...

...heav'nly Mute to venture down The dark deicertt, and up to reaicend, Tho' hard an 1 rare ! — Nor ceased to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit wiili tlie lore ot sacred *ong.'' Paraditc Loît. SKKM stretchM upon a flow'ry bank, «at one Upon...

...piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit:...

...ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, so That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I...

...flamme , aliment de la vie ; Mais , hélas ! à mes yeux ta lumière est ravie. Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander , where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...

...piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit...

...prepare himself for composition by the perusal of his Hebrew Bible, or of some Greek poet ; Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed...flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes forget Those othsr two eqnalled with me in fato, (So were I eqnalled with them in renown!) Blind Thamyris, and hlind...

...after removed the settle, and entered the concealed room to join his slumbering companions. CHAPTER IV. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, of shady grove or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. ***** Great things, and full of wonder,...