...And there she begs at one steep place, Where up and down with easy pace 1310 The horsemen-travellers ride. That oaten pipe of hers is mute Or thrown away...she cheers ; This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, 1315 At evening in his homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears. I, too, have pass'd her on the hills...

...road-side; And there she begs at one steep place, Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen-travellers ride. That oaten pipe of hers is mute Or thrown away:...homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears. I, too, have pass'd her on the hills Setting her little water-mills By spouts and fountains wild — Such small...

...road-side; And there she begs at one steep place, Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen-travellers ride. That oaten pipe of hers is mute Or thrown away:...homeward walk The Quantock woodman hears. I, too, have pass'd her on the hills Setting her little water-mills By spouts and fountains wild — Such small...

...there she begs at one steep place Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen-travelers ride. 240 This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk 245 The Quantock woodman hears. I, too, have pass'd her on the hills Setting her little water-mills...

...there she begs at one steep place, Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen-travelers ride. 15 That oaten pipe of hers is mute Or thrown away : but...of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk 20 The Quantock woodman hears. I, too, have pass'd her on the hills Setting her little water mills...

...beautiful, no doubt, and the form is adequate to the subject-matter. But take this, on the other hand : I, too, have passed her on the hills, Setting her little water-mills By spouts and fountains wild ; Such small machinery as she turn'd, 30 Ere she had "wept, ere she had mourn'd, A young' and...

...there she begs at one steep place Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen-travellers ride. 240 That, while my nostrils draw the vital air, This hand,...spread The long-contended honours of her head. 140 bave passed her on the hills Setting her little water-mills By spouts and fountains wild — Such small...

...there she begs at one steep place Where up and down with easy pace The liursemen- travellers ride. 240 at 'sa heaven for? All is silver-grny Placid mid perfect wi Uute Her loneliness she cheeps: Tliis flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk...

...And there she begs at one steep place Where up and down with easy pace The horsemen-travellers ride. Her loneliness she cheers : This flute, made of a...Setting her little water-mills By spouts and fountains wild — Such small machinery as she turned Ere she had wept, ere she had mourned, A young and happy...

...o' lowpin ower a linn !" (f.) " For a1 the live-lang winter night I lie twined of my marrow." (/.) " This flute, made of a hemlock stalk, At evening in his homeward walk The Quantoek woodman hears." 4. Write out as many as you can of the stanzas which respectively Commence...