...descriptions, and are inimitably fine poems. Take, for instance, the following lines from the Penseroso : -I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green? To...behold the wandering moon Riding' near her highest noon ; And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground...

...evening song : And missing thee, I walk unseen Oh the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the waud'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray And oft as if her head she bow'd Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I...

...Most mnsical! most melancholy! Thee, chautress, oft the woods among 1 woo, to hear thy evening song: And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To hehold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that hath heen led a-stray, Thro'...

...that shun'st the noise of folly, Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon Riding near her hightest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'n's...

...Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chantress of the woods among, I woo to hear thy evening song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wand'ring moon, Hiding near her highest noon ; Like one that had been led astray Through the heav'ns'...

...bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy 1 Thee, chantress, oft, the wcods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing...Through the Heaven's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if h er head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off...

...o'er the accustom'd oak: Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to...highest noon,^| Like one that had been led astray And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft, on a phrt of rising ground,...

...o'er the accustom'd oak: Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to...behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon,Like one that had been led astray Through the heaven's wide pathless way; And oft, as if her head...

...* ' Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song...smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering Moon, Ridiug near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Tli rough the Heaven's wide pathless...

...oak : Sweetbird, that shunn'st the noiseof folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chautress, oft, the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song...the dry smooth-shaven green. To behold the wandering MOOD, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that bad been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathless...