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...Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. soul of whim! Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. yblent inclined all to sleep. Full in the passage...above, A sable, silent, solemn forest stood ; Where swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hnes. Ye valleys low, where Лe 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, That on the green turf suck...

...the beautiful fictions of Paganism and Theocritus to come back: — On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf ruck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose...

...nothing said: " But that two-handed engine at the door " Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades,...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks : Throw hither all your quaint enamelFd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and How 'rots of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades...wanton 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...

...Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues, Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades,...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...