...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eavei. And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Of fright them from their hallow'd hmltt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye...

...which entertains him is perfectly free from artificial decoration. Our poet's pensive man retreats To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are any allusions to the eopiary art in Arcades, they were intended as a compliment...

...which entertains him is perfectly free from artificial decoration. Our poet's pensive man retreats To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved strok* Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are...

...find an undisturbed retreat. Often at the calm hour of evening I have wandered through the wood:,, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunts. " The tast hymn of the feathered choiristers to the setting sun, and the soft murmurs...

...gust hath blown his fill, Knding on the russling leases, With minute drops from off the eaves'. i& And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown, that Sylvan loves', Of pine, or monumental oaU, i'jS Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them...

...to in this line; the streaks of pale shadows and spots of the same around it, forming the kerchief To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from...

...the kerchief (125) and the leaves and drops of rain (130). 131. The south side of the moon being now To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Ofpine, or monumental oak, 13 £ Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to...

...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow 'd hauntThere in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, H icle me from...

...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's...

...thick embowered cave, To arched walks, and twilight groves, And shadows brown, which Sylvan love*, When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring. TBS THE TEMPLE OF CONCORD AND VICTORY is a large handsome building, of an oblong shape, surrounded...