...tranquillity of the outward world scenes and sounds that harmonize with its pensiveness. " Return," he cries, Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds,...

...how sweetly Milton has called the flowers together ! " Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers rise, 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...

...Qa\a.aaovi>nos. Could that strange poet have alluded to the practice of mixing sea-water with wine ? b Ye vallies low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton...swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...Smith's Psalms. Restituta. iv. 189. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton...

...cost Their bells, and flowerets of о thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers u.«o ihe fiend thus answer'd, frowning stem. "Not that...from pain, Insulting angel! well thou know'st I stoo enamell'il eye», That on the green turf suck the honied showers. And purple all the ground with vernal...

...the Lycidas. " Return, Alphens, the dread voice is past, That shrank thy streams ; return, Silician Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye vallies low, where the wild whispers use On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks ; Of shades,...

...pleasing passages in the Lycidas. " Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrank thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowrets of a thousand hues. Ye vallies low, where the wild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds,...

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...smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid...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...

...Theocritus to come back: — " Return, Alphcus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid...of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whitpers use Of shades, and wanton, winds, and gushing brooks, A JAR OF HONEY FROM MOUNT HYBLA. 179...