...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen...

...performers: on which account the poets have always made the song of the nightingale a nocturnal serenade. Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo to hear thy even song. MILTON. The singing of birds...

...Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Smoothing the rugged brow of night, Gently o'er the accustomed oak; Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly. Most musical, most melancholy! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among And missing thee, I walk unseen I woo to hear thy even-song; On...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke. Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen...

...sun-beams. Line 39. And looks commercing with the skies, Thy rapt soul sitting in thine eyes. Line 61. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Line 105. Or bid the soul of Orpheus sing Such notes, as, warbled to the string, Drew iron tears...

...year to year hast sung too late For my relief, yet had'st no reason why : JItgfjtmgale, — Muton. SWEET Bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most Melancholy ! ®!)e jBttgfjtmgale, — Southern. THUS perch'd all Night alone in shady groves, Tunes her soft voice...

...interest in connexion with the general work and sentiment of the world, is a source of much perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of Night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er the accustomed oak ; eph William Jenks ! Thee, chantres«, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And missing thee, I walk unseen...

...groves, That contemplation loves, Where willowy Camus lingers with delight ! Oft at the blush of dawn » I trod your level lawn, Oft woo'd the gleam of Cynthia..." — The mery nyghtyngele Philomene, That on the thdrne sat syngand fro the splene, Quhais myrthfull nottis langing for to here," &c. " Ah ! far unlike...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke Gently o'er th' accustom'd oak : Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen...