...labours, and the partner of his difcoveries ; but what image of tendernefs can be excited by thefe lines ? " We drove a field, and both together heard What time the grey fly winds her fultry horn, Battening our flocks with the frefti dews of night. We know that they never drove a field,...

...miss the companion of his labours, and the partner of his discoveries; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ! We drove a field,...Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night. We kiiow that they never drove a field, and that they had no flocks to hatten; and though it be allowed...

...MILTON, passicmatety and poetically, Together both, ere the high lawns appear'd What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn; Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of nigbtj Oft till the star that rose at evening bright "towards Heaven's descent had slop'd his west'ring...

...Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star, that rose, at evening, bright, Toward heaven's descent had slop'd his westering...

...Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star, that rose, at evening bright, 30 Toward Heaven's descent had slop'd his westering...

...miss the companion of his labours, and the partner of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ! " We drove a field, and both together heard What time the gray fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night." We know that they...

...miss the companion of his labours, and the partner of his discoveries ; but what image of tenderness can be excited by these lines ! " We drove a field, and both togelher heard What time thr gray fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews...

...Under the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star that rose, at evening, bright, Toward Heaven's descent had sloped his west'ring Mean...

...the opening eye-lids of the morn, We drove afield, and both together heard ? ' What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night, Oft till the star, that rose, at evening, bright, Tow'rd heaven's descent had slop'd his'westering...

...Under the opening eye-lids of the Morn, We drove alield, and both together heard What time the gray-fly thou'st learnt a way To death itself now to betray. It grieves me when I Oft till the star, that rose, at evening bright, SO Toward Heaven's descent had slop'd his westering...