...shade ! Ah, fields belov'd in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe...

...shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless chiUhood stray'd A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, * King Henry the Sixth, founder of the College. As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...

...shade ! Ah, fields beloved ia vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe...

...shade, Ah ! fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, • A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe...

...and enliven the heart. But the Thresher shares in none of these. Nor can he, if he would exclaim— " I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My very soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a...

...and enliven the heart. But the Thresher shares in none of these. Nor can he, if he would exclaim— " I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My very soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a...

...the truth of Gray's exquisite lines on turning back in thought to the scenes of his childhood: — " I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As on they move with gladsome wing ; My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth,...

...shade ! Ah fields beloved in vain, \Where once my careless childhood stray.* A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing. My weary soul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and yonth, To breathe a...

...shade! Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth; And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a...

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