...cries, Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...swart star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...how sweetly Milton has called the flowers together ! " Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers rise, Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On...the swart star sparely looks ! Throw hither all your quaint-enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honey'd showers, And purple all the ground with...

...cries, Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, Ou whose fresh lap the swurt star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That...

...Muse, And call the vales, and hid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades,...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks : Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...Qa\a.aaovi>nos. Could that strange poet have alluded to the practice of mixing sea-water with wine ? b Ye vallies low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades,...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks : Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

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...streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...star sparely looks , Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honey 'd showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets pleasure, and that soul of whim! Gallant and gay, in Cliveden's proud swart-star sparely looks ; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...