...past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye...quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken...

...past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star1 sparely looks ; Throw hither ah1 your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...past, That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muee, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks. Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...shepherd's ear. * * * * * * * * Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues, Ye valleys...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...shepherd's ear. * * * * * * * * Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues, Ye valleys...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green-turf suck...

...is past, That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues Ye valleys...eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted...

...past, That shrunk thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys...eyes, That on the green turf suck the honeyed showers, And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted...

...past, That shrunk thy streams ; ° return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. >* Ye...wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star q sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...Sicilian Muse. And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'reta of a thousand huea. b 9n And purple all the ground with vernal flowers. Bring the rath primrose that forsaken dies, The tufted...