...he would have pronounced upon it as another great poet, led by the same fancies, afterwards did— ' But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy'— can only be matter of conjecture. The rain seems to have forced him—we may be sure reluctantly—to...

...of the Rhine, the song of the Lorelei, and you too, will be won to delicious repose. 1 But thou, who didst appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival...of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy. " The vapors linger round the height ; They meet — and soon must vanish : One hour is theirs, nor...

...of the Rhine, the song of the Lorelei, and you too, will be won to delicious repose. " But thou, who dids't appear so fair To fond imagination, Dost rival...day, Her delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round tliee spread, A softness still and holy : The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy....

...Wordsworth's exquisite description of Yarrow, repeating with great emphasis of delight the lines — " Meek loveliness is round thee spread, A softness still...of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy." The Sabbath sustained well the fitful character of a changeful April day. It rose hopefully, bright...

...than that ' Light-hearted boys, I will build up a Giant • " But thou, that didst nppear so ГаиTо fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delic ¡ with you.' It comee naturally, with a warm holiday, and the freshness of the blood. It is a perfect...

...Pity sanctifies the verse That paints, by strength of sorrow, The unconquerable strength of love ; Bear witness, rueful Yarrow ! But thou, that didst...delicate creation : Meek loveliness is round thee spread, ( { f \ A softness still and holy ; The grace of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy. That...

...would have pronounced upon it as another great poet, led by the same fancies, afterwards did — : ' But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy ' — can only be matter of conjecture. The rain seems to have forced him — we may be sure reluctantly...

...that I tie round my legs to quicken their motion when I go out a maying. (NB) I don't often go * " But thou, that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...rival in the light of day Her delicate creation." out a maying — Must is the tense with me now. Do you take the pun ? Young Romilly is divine ;* the...

...season was in the " heart of June," and I could say with the poet, " But thou, that didst appear BO fair To fond imagination, Dost rival in the light of day Her delicate creation !" Bridgs/s was more a waking bliss than mine, for she easily remembered her old acquaintance again...

...would have pronounced upon it as another great poet, led by the same fancies, afterwards did — ' But thou that didst appear so fair To fond imagination,...of forest charms decayed, And pastoral melancholy ' — can only be matter of conjecture. The rain seems to have forced him — we may be sure reluctantly...