...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oke ; 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 wand'ring moon Riding neer her highest noon, Like one...

...the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak ; eo Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...unseen 65 On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's...

...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, 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...

...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, ll thce, soon thou shall have cause To wish thou never Imdst rejected, thus Nicely or On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering Moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, 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...

...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, e, a wood Of blackening pines, aye waving to and fro, Sent forth a sleepy horror thro On the dry smoolh-shaven green, To behold the wandering Moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

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

...oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, 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...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the 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 rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustom'd oak, Stoeet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical,...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...