...of the home.' Warton. Where the great sun begins his state, 60 Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman...the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, 65 And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale....

...beholds ;—-The great sun puts on his amber light, the mower whets his scythe, the milk-maid sings, "And every shepherd tells his tale "Under the hawthorn in the dale. 1 But the man of melancholy disposition, IL PENSEROSO, chooses the evening for his walk, as most suitable...

...Uob'd in flumes , and amber light, Tne clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, nrar at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the...milkmaid singeth blithe, (•>!> And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state, 60 Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, ** dull] K. Hen. V. act iv. chorus, ' Piercing the night's dull ear.' Sttevens. 46 good morrow] Browne's...

...forth. We know that lively season, When the milkmaid singeth blythe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. And with these, and a thousand such associations as these, we cannot but feel emotions of no ordinary...

...against the eastern gate Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight . While the ploughman near at hand. Whistles o'er the furrowed land ; And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his sythe, And every shepherd...

...the Life of Nidar Shah. * Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms on hillocks green, When the ploughman, near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth hlithe, And the mower whets his sithe ; And ev'ry shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the...

...and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the plowman neer at hand Whistles o're the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Strait mine eye hath caught...

...and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the plowman neer at hand Whistles o're the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his seythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Strait mine eye hath caught...

...end. M. Sbipmama Tale, v. 13364. See that ye del/ver the whole tale of hrvrke. ВШе, 154». Eiod. v. And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. Mitten. Allegory, v. 67. Bat old Anchises, in a flowry vale, Beview'd his mnster'd race and took the...