...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic flate) How. vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great i Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how thro' the peopled air...

...fome water's rulhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think, (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate), How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great ! a bank O'er-canbpied with lufcious woodbine. S/ialicfp. Midf, Nifht's JDrtam* Still Still is the...

...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care : The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled...

...Tlcfiile fame water's rnfhy brink With me the Mafe fhall fit and think (At cafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little are the proud, How indigent the great b ! III. Still is the toiling hand of care: The panting herds repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled...

...Befide fome water's rufhy brink With me the Mufe fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little are the Proud, How indigent the Great t »----» bank O'ei-canopied with lufcious woodbine. SHAKISP. MIDS. NIGHT'S DBIAM. . Still Still is...

...rufhy brink !_} With me the Muf* fhall fit, and think (At eafe reclin'd in ruftic ftate) How •wain the ardour of the crowd, How low, how little, are the proud, How indigent the great. 4C -a bank CXer-canopy'd with lufcious woodbine, Staie/f. MM. ' C3 Still is the toiling hand of Care,...

...whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the Oak's thick branches stretch A broader...rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade (a) *, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic...

...fome water's rufliy brink With me the МиГе ftall Ct, and think (At eafereclin'd in ruftic ftate) How vain the ardour of the Crowd, How low, how little...! Still is the toiling hand of Care : The panting herd's repofe : Yet hark, how through the peopled air The bufy murmur glows ! The infca youth are on...

...untaught harmony of Spring: While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...rude and moss-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade (a) *, Beside some water's rushy brink With me the Muse shall sit, and think (At ease reclin'd in rustic...

...sub ramis arboris altz of the poet, bring strongly to recollection two exquisite morsels in Gray : Where'er the oak's thick branches stretch A broader...browner shade, Where'er the rude and moss-grown beech O'er canopies the glade, Beside some water's rushy brink, With me the Muse shall sit, and think ' At...