...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling Prom cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To hear the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro'...

...Sore tasks to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To hear the emerald-colour'd water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and...

...hearing the downward stream, With half-shut eyes ever to seem Falling asleep in a half-dream ; ****** How sweet (while warm airs lull us, blowing lowly)...To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined rine — To watch the emerald-color'd water falling Through many a wov'n acanthus-wreath...

...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on'the pilot-stars. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined...

...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — L 2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch...

...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His \vaters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the...

...Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars, And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...half-dropt eyelids still, Beneath a heaven dark and holy, His waters from the purple hill — To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave through the thick-twined...

...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch the emerald-colour' d water falling Thro' many a wov'n acanthus-wreath divine ! Only to hear and see the...

...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill— L 2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine—- To watch the...

...breath, Sore task to hearts worn out with many wars And eyes grown dim with gazing on the pilot-stars. 7. But, propt on beds of amaranth and moly, How sweet...river drawing slowly His waters from the purple hill — L2 To hear the dewy echoes calling From cave to cave thro' the thick-twined vine — To watch the...