...that like his wakeful bird Sings darkling, sings and mourns his eye-sight lost, And nightly wanders to the Muses' haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; to us Displaying nature, and the blissful scenes Of Paradise, though not to him returns Day, or the...

...to Hi' ascent of that steep savage hill Satan had jonrnied on, pens'ac, and slow." •—— — " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill." -" As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately...

...and half. " Now to th' ascent of that steep savage hill .Satan had jimmied on, pensive, and slow.-" " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or smmy hill." " As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top...

...So thick a drop serene. hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet, not the more Çease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or...hill, 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...

...ray, and find no dawn : So thirk a drop serene hatli queneb'd their orbs, Or <lim suffusion vcil'il. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or snimy hill, Smit with the love of sacred son£ : hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brocks beneath,...

...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd....hill, Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, ^Nightly...

...can wish for our edification, or improvement, which this fund of knowledge doth not supply. — — Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Zion, and the flow'ry banks beneath, That washed thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly...

...have had experience of this mercy, when he added to his poetical complaint those beautiful lines : • Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit witli the love of sacred song, Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Mr. LYTTELTON....

...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd....hill, Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly...

...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene G1+ F1+ F1+ Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly...