...nothing said ; But that two-handed engine at the door isc Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk...the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells, and flow'rets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton...

...nothing said, But that two-handed engine at the door Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes, That on the green-turf suck...

...wear, When first the white-thorn blows ; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. * * * * * * * * Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...wear, When first the white-thorn blows; Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd's ear. * * * * * * * * Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid...winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star sparely looks, Throw hither all your quaint enamell'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...nothing sod : But that two-handed engine at the door 130 Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more. Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk...cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. 135 Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On...

...it. It is the passage which contains that exquisite description of the flowers : " Return, Alphcus ; the dread voice is past That shrunk thy streams ;...the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flow'rcts of a thousand hues. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds...

...Heaven expect tby mead !' How delightfully fresh and descriptive is the following; invocation ! — ' Return, Alpheus, the dread voice is past, That shrunk thy streams ; return Sicilian Muee, And call the vales, and bid them hither cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye...

...WABTOÄ. But that two-handed engine at the door '*> Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more." Return, Alpheus ; the dread voice is past, That shrunk...wanton winds and gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart-star q sparely looks; Throw hither all your quaint enamel'd eyes, That on the green turf suck...

...Lycidas : " Call the vale«, and bid them hither bring Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hups. Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use Of shades,...gushing brooks, On whose fresh lap the swart star rarely looks, llring hither all your quaint, enamelled eyes That on the green turf »uck the honied...

...hot-bed of corruption. Milton turns his acquaintance with flowers to divine account in his Lycidas. Return, Sicilian Muse, And call the vales, and bid...cast Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues. Ye vallies low, where the mild whispers use Of shades and wanton winds, and gushing brooks, On whose fresh...