...Through the high wood echoing shrill : While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow' d land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe And the mower whets his scythe.' Milton's V Allegro. Amongst these tuneful sounds may be mentioned, also, the sweet tinkling of sheep-bells...

...and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the plowman neer at hand Whistles o're the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Strait mine eye hath caught new pleasures,...

...the Life of Nidar Shah. * Sometimes walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms on hillocks green, When the ploughman, near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth hlithe, And the mower whets his sithe ; And ev'ry shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the...

...and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the plowman neer at hand Whistles o're the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his seythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Strait mine eye hath caught...

...great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight. While the ploughman near at hand, Whistles o'er the...milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scithe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...high wood echoing shrill ; Oft listening how the hound and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blythe, And the mower whets his scythe." How beautifully does he scatter the fragrance of meadows over...

...The clouds in thousand liveries dight, While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale." The United States, in the immense magnitude...

...The clouds in thousand liveries (light, While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrowed land, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale." The United States, in the immense magnitude...

...great Sun begins his state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the...singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures...

...struts his dames before : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumbering morn ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land. And the milk-maid singing blythe, And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn...