...children leave the land. . * * * # * * The sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way...but yon widow'd solitary thing, That feebly bends besides the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with...

...pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale: . No busy steps the grass-grown footway...all the bloomy flush of life is fled, All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring: She, wretched matron, forc'd,...

...pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the. grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy...

...its legions, now with difficulty traced among barren fields remote from habitation ; "No " No bnsy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, " But all the bloomy flush of life is fled." From a fatiguing day's journey we gladly reposed at a better inn than might be expected in so poor...

...pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled:.... All but yon widow 'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside...

...fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale ; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon...bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forced, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot...

...pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled ; All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the...

...pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale : No busy steps the grass-grown footway...She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread. To pick her wint'ry faggot from the thorn, To seek her...

...cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown loot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled, All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plushy spring : She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses...

...pause the nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way...She, wretched matron, forc'd in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread} To pick her wintry faggot from the thorn, To seek her...