...vain • To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orhs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or suuny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery hrooks heneath,...

...heav'nly Mute to venture down The dark deicertt, and up to reaicend, Tho' hard an 1 rare ! — Nor ceased to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit wiili tlie lore ot sacred *ong.'' Paraditc Loît. SKKM stretchM upon a flow'ry bank, «at one Upon...

...Yet not the more Cease 1 to wandw^wjigre the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunnyhill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, 30 That wash'd thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, TJiirlitly \ visit : nor...

...vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, so That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit ; nor sometimes...

...; Je sens déjà ta flamme , aliment de la vie ; Mais , hélas ! à mes yeux ta lumière est ravie. Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes...

...piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quenched their orbs, Or dim suffusion veiled. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes...

...eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more...love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit: nor sometimes...

...after removed the settle, and entered the concealed room to join his slumbering companions. CHAPTER IV. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, of shady grove or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. ***** Great things, and full of wonder,...

...vain To find thy piercing ray , and find no dawn : So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...chief Thee , Sion , and the flow'ry brooks beneath, 30 That wash thy hallow 'd feet: and warbling flow, INighlly I visit ; nor sometimes forget Those other...

...by Milton, setting forth the mode of his own poetical composition, in despite of his blindness : " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...love of sacred song ! but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowing brooks beneath, That wash thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit — Then feed...