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...sweet these heavywinged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Shelley. THE LADY OF THE GARDEN. A ladv, the wonder of her kind, Whose form was upborne hy a lovelv...

...beautiful things, says, — " Sound of vernal flowers On the twinkling grass, Rain awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous and clear and fresh, thy music doth surpass." The lines themselves have the very melody of the showers they describe, and show how highly he appreciated...

..." our Fath Chaucer :" — " Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Bain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass ! " We have mentioned the anachronism of plan in this poen it abounds in others no less extraordinary....

...these heavvwinged thieves. XII. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened (lowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surjiass. Teach UK, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love...

...these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine...

...leaves, By warm winds deflowered, Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass. Rain-awakened flowers All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach us, sprite or bird, • What sweet thoughts are thine: I have never heard Praise of love or wine...

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...sweet these heavywinged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened flowers. All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass ^ ***** Teach me half the gladness That thy brain must know, Such harmonious madness From my lips would...