...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...the evening, when, if there is aught to break the silence, it will be the song of the nightingale : . Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly— Most...among, I woo, to hear thy even-song; And, missing thec, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest...

...o'er the accustom'd oak: Most musical, most melancholy ! Sweet bird, that shunnest the noise of folly, Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen To behold the wandering moon, On the dry smooth-shaven green, Riding near her highest noon. Through...

...Stoeet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly. Most musical, most melancholy.' " Thee, chauntresa, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song : And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, /..'/.-...

...Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly — Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntrcss, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...fio Sweet bird, that shmmest the noise, of folly, Most musieal, most melaneholy ! Thee, ehantress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee I walk unseen, On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night. . . . Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song.^f * The Rape of Lucrece. t Shakspeare's Sonnets, 102. J K. Greene's Poems, Alexis. § Paradise...

...In her sweetest saddest plight, Smoothing the rugged brow of night. . . . Sweet bird, that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy...chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song.^f * The Rape of Lucrece. f Shakspeare's Sonnets, 102. J R. Greene's Poems, Alexis. § Paradise...

...night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak : Sweet bird, that shunnest the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy!...chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering...

...accurate, to a degree that is in itself a beauty. For instance, in his address to the nightingale: Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo to hear thy even-song, And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. The song of the nightingale ceases about the time that the grass is...