...slumbering morn, From the Ride of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill : Some time walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd...

...fancies, they are seldom relevant. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Choerly rouse the slumbering mom, From the side of some hoar hill Through the high wood...near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land; And the milkmaid singcth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the...

...Sannazaro, and a translation of Boccaccio, fancies, they are seldom relevant. Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the...against the eastern gate Where the great sun begins hit state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; f While the ploughman...

...the slumbering morn, From the side ot some hoar hill, Thro' the high wood echoing shrill Sometimes walking not unseen By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...thousand liveries dight While the ploughman near at hand And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. Russet lawns, and fallows grey,...

...slumbering morn. From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...liveries dight ; While the ploughman near at hand, Whistle* o'er the furrowed land, •And the milkmaid lingeth blithe, • in -I the mower whet* hi*...

...Tasso, position and the origin of his phrases and • Ofl listening how the hounds and horn Chcerty rouse the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar...green, Right against the eastern gate Where the great inn begins his state, Robed in flames and nmlwr light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While...

...And to the stack, or the barn-door, Stoutly struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn, From the...While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd...

...slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Through the high wood echoing shrill : Sometimes walking not unseen By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under...

...the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Thro' the High wood echoing shrill : Sometimes walking not unseen By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe. And the mower whets his scvthe, And every shepherd...

...the slumbering morn, From the side of some hoar hill, Thro' the high wood echoing shrill : Sometimes walking not unseen By hedge-row elms, on hillocks...While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mo\ver whets his scythe, And every shepherd...