...oak : Sweet bird, that shunnest the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song...heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on s. plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfeu...

...checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of foffy, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress,...that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide, path.ess way ; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of...

...melancholy! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among And missing thee, I walk unseen I woo to hear thy even-song; On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering...Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound,...

...the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn." " Missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." It is evident that Stewart's explanation utterly fails in...

...the mom, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn." " Missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." It is evident that Stewart's explanation utterly fails in...

...perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ;...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping...

...perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ;...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping...

...oak ; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song ;...Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound,...

...musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy evening-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven...Heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew...

...Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly — Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntrcss, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song;...wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping...