...wander romantically about the woodlands at midnight, likjs Coleridge, to listen to the summer music Of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping words all night, Singeth a quick time ; f but tliis, though it be poetical and romantic, is most certain...

...sounds of singing, as of the skylark and other hirds, and of sweet instruments; and when it ceases, " the sails made on A pleasant noise 'till noon, A noise...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." Verily there is a strange spell, " a strange power of speech," in the Ancient Mariner which compels...

...prettiest murmur. And then, in reminding you of these murmurs, be reminds you of the poets. A noise as of a hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. — Coleridge. Yes, the brook 'singeth; but it would not sing so well, — it would not have that tone...

...Sometimes all little birds that are, How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...pleasant noise till noon, /A noise like of a hidden brook Iii the leafy month of June, ; That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon...

...leafy channels. ' It ceased,' says the poet, speaking of a sound of heavenly voices about a ship,— It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant...the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods «il night Singeth a quiet tune. Cftlt-riitge, in this month than in any other. In addition to those...

...Sometimes all little birds that are How they seemed to fill the sea and air With their sweet jargoning ! And now 'twas like all instruments, Now like a lonely...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we silently sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship,...

...sweet sound Then darted to the sun ; Slowly the sounds came back again, Now mixed ; now one by one. It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. Till noon we quietly sailed on, Yet never a breeze did breathe : Slowly and smoothly went the ship,...

...stream did gently playf Which from a sacred fountain welled forth alway. SPBNSKR. Like to a little hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. IT was a blest retreat where I did find This modest gem : The forest trees above were intertwined,...

...stream did gently play, Which from a sacred fountain welled forth alway. SPBNSER. Like to a little hidden brook In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. OLD SONO. IT was a blest retreat where I did find This modest gem : The forest trees above were intertwined,...

...leafy channels. ' It ceased,' says the poet, speaking of a sound of heavenly voices about a ship — ' It ceased ; yet still the sails made on A pleasant...the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune." COLERIDGE. " The rural business of this month is made up of two employments, as beautiful to look at...