...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 to wander, where the Muses...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...

...not only in the Iliad of Homer, but also in the Paradise Lost of Milton : Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit ; nor sometimes forget Those other two equal'd with me in fate, So were I equal'd with them in renown,...

...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 to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or suuny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath,...

...having a place not only in the Iliad of Homer, but also in the Paradise Lost of Milton: Thee, Sion, anil the flow'ry brooks beneath. That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit; nor sometimes forget Those other two equall'd with me in fate, So were I equalled wilh them in renown,...

...a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Ceasp I to wandnr where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and (he flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd...

...thick a drop serene hath qucnch'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veitd.~] M Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Drop serene or Gutta serena. It was formerly thought that that sort of blindness was an incurable extinction...

...So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more tЛи-. rolls every wave below : Here pensive I behold the...the distant billow lose my sight. Now night in sil Thee,Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly...

...and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene bath quench'd their orbs, 25 Or dim suffusion veil'd ! Vet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, W mit with the love of sacred song : hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath. 30 That...

...justly entitled.* Give every author the honour due unto him, and sing with our Epic Bard : i ... i « Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the Muses...which you are unhappy enough to despise, abounds, we have already seen, with all the various beauties, of the Greek and Roman classics, and in a much...

...ray, and find no dawn ; So thiek a drop serene hath queneh' J their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. ter than empires, and more slow. An hundred years...eyea, and on thy forehead gaze ; Two hundred to a saered unng ; but ehief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, und...