...the fenny field. Its courfe is never on hills, nor mofly vales of wind. So fhall not Cathmor depart. No boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of * An indolent and unwarlike life was held in extreme contempt. Whatever a philofopher may fay, in praife...

...fenny field. Its courfe is never on hills, or mofly vales of wind. — So shall not Cathmor depart , no boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of roes, upon the echoing hills. My ifiuing forth was uith kings, and my joy in dreadful plains : where broken...

...the fenny field. Its courfe is never on hills, or moffy vales of wind. So ftiall not Cathmor depart. No boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of roes, upon the echoing hills. My ifluing forth was with kings, and my joy is dreadful plains: where broken...

...in his Ode to Spring, and serves Milton with those beautiful lines in Par. Lost. b. 3. 1. 40. " Thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day, or the sweet approach of even or morn." &c. &t. C— VOL. xV. A poem of Surrey, " wherein eche thinge renewes »ave only the lover," is taken...

...the fenny field. Its course is never on hills, nor mossy vales of wind. So .shall not Cathmor depart. No boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of roes, upon the echo* An indolent and unwarlike life was held in extreme contempt. Whatever a philosopher...

...the fenny field. Its course is never on hills, nor mossy vales of wind. So shall not Cathmor depart. No boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of roes **, upon the echoing hills. My issuing forth was with kings. My joy in dreadful plains : where broken...

...the fenny field. Its course is never on hills, or mossy vales of wmd. So shall nnt Cathmor depart. No boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of roes upon the echoing hills. My issuing forth was with kings, and ray joy in dreadful plains; where broken...

...the fenny field. Its course is never on hills, nor mossy vales of wind. So shall not Cathmor depart. No boy in the field was he, who only marks the bed of roes, upon the echoing hills. My issuing forth was with kings. My joy in dreadful plains: where broken hosts...

...very unequal portions : such as that after the first, and before the last semipede. • —i — thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day" or the sweet approach of even or morn. Here the cpesura after the first semipede Day, stops vu, unexpectedly, and forcibly impresses the imagination...

...line into very unequal portions : such as that after the first, and before the last semipede. thus with the year Seasons return, but not to me returns Day" or the sweet approach of even or morn. Here the caesura after the first semipede Day, stops us unexpectedly, and forcibly impresses the imagination...