...vain ! Where once ray careless childhood stray 'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving...race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace), Who foremost now delight to cleave With pliant arm thy glassy wave? The captive linnet...

...in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving...fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe. And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, Father THAMES, for thou hast...

...belovM in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving...fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. King Henry the Sixth, founder of...

...in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames, for thou hast...

...Where once my careless childhood stray 'd, A stranger yet to pain ; I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their...redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second Spring." I shall be pardoned, if, from Wycchamical feelings, I dare to attempt putting some of Ken's probable,...

...prospect of Eton college, we need hardly recal to the reader's mind :— I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. It is in the poem, however, of...

...prospect of Eton college, we need hardly recal to the reader's mind : — I feel the gale* that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving: fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they teem to soothe. And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. It is in the poem, however,...

...belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving...race, Disporting on thy margent green, The paths of pleasure trace) Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arms, thy glassy wave? The captive...

...stranger yet to pain. I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving freah their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth,...redolent of joy and youth. To breathe a second spring." " I th.nk," observes Burns, " it is one of the greatest pleasures attending a poetic genius, that we...

...that so happily treated by Gray. The lover of the muses may truly say, I feel the gales that round yo blow A momentary bliss bestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth To breathe a second spring. The contrast, indeed, is somewhat...