...past, That shrunk5 thy streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use6 Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star7 sparely looks,...

...past,a 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 low, where the mild whisfers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely...

...to which the objection applies is the following : — " Ye Valleys low, where the mild whispers rise Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On...swart star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck the honied showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...pass'd, 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 low, where the mild whispers use. Of shades, & wanton winds, & gashing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all...

...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 enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...streams ; return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flo w'rcts of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...wanton 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...

...Lochinvar." " Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowreis of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild...star sparely looks, — Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That oo the green turf su^k the houey'd showers, And purple all the ground with vernal...

...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...

...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-star sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...and running waters, and consequently with those beautiful scenes which nature often presents — " In valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades,...On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks," will ever render the aspen an agreeable object with those whose regard for trees is* not limited by...