...hills ! ah, pleasing shade ! Ah, fields belov'd in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from...fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames (for thou hast...

...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...redolent of joy and youth To breathe a second spring. The contrast, indeed, is somewhat striking between that close reasoning, which almost rejects the aid...

...strayed, A stranger yet to pain. I feel the (rales that from yс bloа' A momentary bliss bestow, Ae waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they...redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." God bless you, Gray ! you are wortby, if only for having written the elegy in a country cburch-yard,...

...The lover of the muses may truly say, I feel the gales that round ye hlow A momentary hliss hestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth To hreathe a second spring. The contrast, indeed, is somewhat striking between that close reasoning, which...

...happy hills ! ah pleasing shade ! Ah fields beloved in vain, Where once my caieless childhood strayed A 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, And redolent of joy and youth. To breathe...

...utilitarian age, that we still love to revel in these wild and wondrous scenes of oriental imagination. " The weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." The translator of these tales, the Chevalier Marcel, was director of the French printing-office, established...

...that so happily treated by Gray. The lover of the muses may truly say, " I feel the pales, that round ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow ; As, waving fresh...redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." The contrast, indeed, is somewhat striking between that close reasoning, which almost lejccts 'he aid...

...I Ah, pleasing shade ! ' Ah fields belov'd in vain ! ' Where once my careless childhood stray'd, ' A stranger yet to pain. ' I feel the gales that from...their gladsome wing, ' My weary soul they seem to sooth, ' And, redolent of joy, and youth, ' To breathe a second spring.' ' Floreat Etona !' It is an...

...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...pleasure trace ; Who foremost now delight to cleave, With pliant arms, thy glassy wave ? The captive linnet which enthrall ? What idle progeny succeed To chase...

...vain ! Where once my careless childhood strayed, A stranger yet to pain.' Oh, that I could add, .. ' I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss...fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring.' But this can never be. All on which...