...Will none of you fpeak to me? — But they do not regard their father. < XII. RYNO, ALPIN. RY N o. THE wind and the rain are over: calm is the noon of day....heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red through the ftony vale comes down the ftream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O flream!...

...none of you fpeak in Pity ? They do not regard their Father. FRAGMENT XII. RYNO, AI, PIN. RYNO. THE Wind and the Rain are over : Calm is the Noon of Day....Sun. Red through the ftony Vale comes down the Stream of the Hill. Sweet are thy Murmurs, O Stream ! but more fweet is the Voice I heaf . It is the Voice...

...I touched the harp, with Ullin ; the fong of mourning rofe ! RYNO. THE wind and the rain are paft : calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red through the ftony vale comes down the ftrcam of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O ftream...

...fair head in a cloud, — 1 touched the harp , with Ullin j the fong of mourning rofe. R y » o. The wind and the rain are over : calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in leaven. Over the green hills flies the in•conftant fun. Red through the ftony vale comes down the...

...conference together. Will none of you fpeak in pity ? They do R [ 55 ] sar. YN 0, AL RY NO. PIN, THE wind and the rain are over: calm is the noon of day. Theclouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red through the ftony...

...Undifturbed you now llcep together; in the tomb of the mountain you reft alone. II. Ryno, Alpin. Ryno. The wind and the rain are over : calm is the noon of day....heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red through the ftony vale comes down the Itream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, О flream...

...I touched the harp, with Ullin; the fomg of mourning rofe 1 RYNO. 'the wind and the rain are paft : calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red through the ftony vale comes down the ftream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O ftream...

...hides her fair head in a cloud. I touched the harp with Ullin ; the fong of mourning rofe. Ryno. The wind and the rain are over : calm is the noon of day....heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconftant fun. Red thro' the ftony vale comes down the ftream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs, O ftream !...

...touched the harp , with Ullin ; the long of mourning role ! -RYNO . ' The wind and the rain are palt:cnlm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant fun. Red through the flony vale comes down the ftream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs...

...I touched the harp, with Ullin; the song of mourning rose ! RYNO. The wind and the rain are past : calm is the noon of day. The clouds are divided in heaven. Over the green hills flies the inconstant sun. Red through the stony vale comes down the stream of the hill. Sweet are thy murmurs,...