...So thick a drop serene. hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet, not the more Çease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes...

...ray, and find no dawn : So thirk a drop serene hatli queneb'd their orbs, Or <lim suffusion vcil'il. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or snimy hill, Smit with the love of sacred son£ : hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brocks beneath,...

...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 Cease I...Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, ^Nightly I visit...

...can wish for our edification, or improvement, which this fund of knowledge doth not supply. — — Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Zion, and the flow'ry banks beneath, That washed thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit....

...nor yet the more have ceas'd* To greet St. MICHAEL* the Archangel's feast, * — — — — - Yel not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring or shady grove, &c. 1 Golden Lyre— Sir John Fortescue observes, " that " The University of the Laws, (for so he calls...

...have had experience of this mercy, when he added to his poetical complaint those beautiful lines : • Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit witli the love of sacred song, Then feed on thoughts, that voluntary move Harmonious numbers. Mr. LYTTELTON....

...vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, equatl'd with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Ma;onides, And Tircsins, and Phineus, prophets...

...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 Cease I...Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit—...

...vain To find thv piercins ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a dr<:p screiie hath quench'd their orbj, . Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny bill, Smit wilh the love of sacred sang — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath. That...

...vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, 2J Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or «ha<ly grovej or sonny hjl^ Smit with the love of sacred song ! but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry...