...wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said. But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return,...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, and wanton winds,...

...Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw. The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly,...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, and wanton winds,...

...Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly,...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, and wanton winds,...

...Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw. The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind, and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly,...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, and wanton winds,...

...Woolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing sed, But that two-handed engine at the door, 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return...And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast Their Bels, and Flourets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low where the milde whispers use, Of shades and...

...Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw ; The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed, But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw, Rot inwardly,...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, and wanton winds,...

...two-handed engine110 at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.' Return, Alpheus,"1 the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; return,...gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied...

...smite once, and smite no more." Retum Alpheus, the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams; retum Sicilian Muse. And call the vales, and bid them hither...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 honied...

...unworldly pastoral fantasy in which nothing exists except flowers, not even Amaryllis: Return Sicilean Muse, And call the Vales, and bid them hither cast...gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart Star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf such the honied...

...Wolf with privy paw Daily devours apace, and nothing said; But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return...cast Their Bells and Flowrets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose...