...moonshine, and the melancholy music of the nightingale. — T. WARTOÄ. _J 70 n And, missing tbec, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold...heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft," as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfeu...

...the mom, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn." " Missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." It is evident that Stewart's explanation utterly fails in all these instances ; for there is in them...

...the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn." " Missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." It is evident that Stewart's explanation utterly fails in all these instances ; for there is in them...

...general work and sentiment of the world, is a source of much perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping...

...hear thy even-song ; And missing thoe, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, 240 SUMMER JULY. To behold the wandering moon. Riding near her highest...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow...

...Night : While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak ; Sweet bird that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon Hiding near her highest noon, Like one that had been...

...night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak ; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow...

...musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy evening-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-watered shore, Swinging slow...

...fio Sweet bird, that shmmest the noise, of folly, Most musieal, most melaneholy ! Thee, ehantress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ;...moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that has been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, 70 And ofI, as if her head she bowed, Stooping...

...Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly — Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntrcss, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song;...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping...