...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...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...

...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,...

...revisit safe, And feel thy sovereign vital lamp ; but thou KevUifst not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath qnenchM their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to v> > .ni: .-. where the...

...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...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 I visit....

...revisit safe, And feel thy sovereign vital lamp — but thou Revisitest 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. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt,...

...nor yet the more have ceas'd* To greet St. MICHAEL* the Archangel's feast, * — — — — - Yel not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring or shady grove, &c. 1 Golden Lyre— Sir John Fortescue observes, " that " The University of the Laws, (for so he calls...

...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....

...revisit safe, Anil /ee/thy sovereign vital lamp; but thou Revisit'st not these eyes, that roll in vain, To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn, So thick...serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd." " And again, " Thus with the year Seasons return; but not to me returns Day, or the sweet...

...ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a dr<:p screiie hath quench'd their orbj, . Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny bill, Smit wilh the love of sacred sang — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath. That...