...darksome pines, that o'er yon rock reclined, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid; But o'er the twilight groves...

...darksome pines that o'er yon rocks reclin'd, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze. •• • • • • • • * But o'er the twilight groves and dusky caves, Long sounding aisles...

...darksome pines, that o'er yon rock reclined, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid ; But o'er the twilight...

...Where awful arches make a noon-day night, And the dim windows shed a solemn light . . . The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze.'* Declamation and commonplace: she sends Abelard discourses on love and the liberty which it demands,...

...And the dim windows shed a solemn light . . . The wandering streams that shine between the hill«, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying...upon the trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze.1' Declamation and commonplace : she sends Abelard discourses on love and the liberty which...

...And the dim windows shed a solemn light. . . . The wandering streams that shine between the lulls, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills, The dying gales that pant upon the trues, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze.' 3 Declamation and commonplace : she sends Abelard...

...darksome pines that, o'er yon rocks reclined, Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering streams that shine between the hills, The grots that...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze ; i$o No more these scenes my meditation aid, Or lull to rest the visionary maid. But o'er the twilight...

...starts amid the thirsty wilds to hear New falls of water murm'ring in his ear. POPE. The wand' ring streams that shine between the hills, The grots that echo to the tinkling rills. POPE. Fast beside there trickled softly down A gentle stream, whose murm'ring wave did play Amongst...

...Wave high, and murmur to the hollow wind, The wandering stream) that shine between the hills, The grou , sho8V 7 No more these scenes my meditation aid. Or lull to rest the visionary maid : But o'er the twilight...

...turrets crowned, Where awful arches make a noon-day night, And the dim windows shed a solemn light The wand'ring streams that shine between the hills,...trees, The lakes that quiver to the curling breeze. ") Heaven first taught letters for some wretch's aid, Some banished lover, or some captive maid; They...