...piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That...

...ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, so That...

...flamme , aliment de la vie ; Mais , hélas ! à mes yeux ta lumière est ravie. Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander , where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That...

...piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That...

...after removed the settle, and entered the concealed room to join his slumbering companions. CHAPTER IV. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, of shady grove or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. ***** Great things, and full of wonder,...

...not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny 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 I visit : nor sometimes...

...piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt, Clear spring or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That...

...by Milton, setting forth the mode of his own poetical composition, in despite of his blindness : " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ! but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowing brooks beneath, That...

...ray , and find no dawn : So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee , Sion , and the flow'ry brooks beneath, 30...

...this most precious organ: " So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled ; yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill." In time he began to acquire greater facility of locomotion than he could have anticipated, and...