...sings, ' Oh, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields I The warbling woodland, the resounding shore, The pomp...shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, Oh, how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! * 1 Pope also declares that he had a particular...

...Beattie that incomparable stanza, — " ' 0 how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms that Nature to her votary yields, The warbling woodland,...shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven : 0 how canst thou renounce and hope to be forgiven I ' " Nor would he bave endured that eong of Burns,...

...behind. O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which Nature to her votary yields! All that the genial ray of morning gilds, And all...how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven? Thanks to his exemption from the ills of civilization, "Edwin was no vulgar boy." He thought and felt...

...of verdure warbling go; And wonder, love, and joy, the peasant's heart o'erflow." Again : — " 0, how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms...shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven, — 0 how canst thou renounce, and hope to be forgiven ! " There is in these passages the true pulse...

...chamber. CHAPTER III 'O how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which nature to her vot'ry yields! The warbling woodland, the resounding shore,...echoes to the song of even; All that the mountain's shelt'ring bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven; O how canst thou renounce, and...

...she was intruding upon his private sorrows, softly withdrew from the chamber. CHAPTER III O how can thou renounce the boundless store Of charms which...all that echoes to the song of even; All that the mountain 's sheltering bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence of heaven; O how canst thou renounce,...

...beloved Beattie, who alternates with Thomson in exalting Nature and regretting the sin of abandonment: Oh how canst thou renounce the boundless store Of charms...the genial ray of morning gilds, And all that echoes the song of even; All that the mountain's shelt'ring bosom shields, And all the dread magnificence...