...where the beetle wheels his drony flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds -, Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does...her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,...

...landscape on the sight." And in the next, we have advanced into the perfect moonlight : — " Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower The moping owl does...moon complain, Of such as, wandering near her secret bow'r, Molest her ancient solitary reign." It may be argned, indeed, that time does not. stand atill...

...where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinkling! lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower. The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such a>, wandering near her went bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. It exactly corresponds to it...

...constant tenant of the venerable ruins above described — From the ivy-mantled tower The moping owl doth to the moon complain Of such, as wandering near her secret bower Molest her antient solitary reign. Phasianus Colchicus. The pheasant, till of late years, was hardly known in...

...where the beetle wheels his droning flight. And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that...

...where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinkl'mgs lull the distant folds. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that...

...where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds : Save that, from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does...her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,...

...where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. Save that from yonder ivy-mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain, Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath these rugged elms, that...

...his droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds. Save that from yonder ivy -mantled tower, The moping owl does to the moon complain Of...her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign. Beneath those rugged elms, that yew-tree's shade, Where heaves the turf in many a mouldering heap,...

...and thing obscene, where, for the music and roundelay of the hoary minstrel, " The mopinpr owl doth to the moon complain Of such as wandering near her secret bower, Molest her ancient solitary reign." I have looked, with such eyes as sorrow sometimes looks through, at that no less noble wreck, that...