...yet to pain.* Oh, that I could add, * I feel the gales that from ye blowr A momentary bliss bestow j As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.' But this can never be. All on which...

...shade, Ah, fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray 'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...on thy margent green The paths of pleasure trace, \Vho foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave ? ,The captive linnet which enthral...

...shade, Ah fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood play'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margin green, The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy...

...shade, Ah fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood play'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...seen Full many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margin green, The paths of pleasure trace; Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy...

...Where once my careless childhood stray 'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh their...second spring. Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen Pull many a sprightly race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace ; Who foremost...

...A momentary bliss bcstow ; As, waving fresh their gladsome wing. My weary soul they secm to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth , To breathe a second...Say, father Thames , for thou hast seen Full many a sprigbUy race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasurc trace : Who Coremost now delight...

...shade, Ah, fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'tl, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul thejr seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames,...

...of our lives : — ' I feel the gales that from you blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving from their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe,...redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.' You may remember, too, that — ' Gay hope was theirs, by fancy fed, The tear forgot as soon as shed,...

...waving fresh thcir gladsome wing. My «cary soul they serm to sooth. And, rcdolent of joy and youlh , To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprighlly race, Disporting on Ihy margent (fréen , The paths of pleasure (rare ; Who foremost now...

...the approbation and support of youth, like the poet who revisits the scenes of his early life :— " I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second Spring."* But, Gentlemen, no delight or...