...thousand Liveries dight. Song by Beard in the Sicilian Taste There the Plowman near at Hand Whistles o're the furrow'd Land, And the Milkmaid singeth blithe,...Scythe, And every Shepherd tells his Tale Under the Hawthern in the1 Dale. Thus past the day to bed they creep, By whispring Winds soon lull'd asleep....

...Melancholy, personified as a nun. The Cheerful Man follows Mirth on a country ramble, While the Plowman near at hand, Whistles o'er the Furrow'd Land, And...Shepherd tells his tale Under the Hawthorn in the dale. Sometimes with secure delight The upland Hamlets will invite, When the merry Bells ring round, And...

...While the Plowman near at hand, Whistles o'er the Furrow'd Land, And the Milkmaid singeth blithe, 65 And the Mower whets his scythe, And every Shepherd...pleasures Whilst the Landscape round it measures, 70 Russet Lawns and Fallows Gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray; Mountains on whose barren breast...

...And the milkmaid singcth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale0 Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye...pleasures Whilst the landscape round it measures, 70 Russet lawns, and fallows grey,0 Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains on whose barren breast...

...unseen, By hedgerow elms, on hillocks green, 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 scythe, And every shepherd...