He making speedy way through 'spersed air
Hence, loathed Melancholy....
Hence, vain deluding joys
Herbs too she knew, and well of each could
speak
Here a sheer hulk lies poor Tom Bowling... 213
Here let me rest amid the bearded grass... 144
Here lies our sovereign Lord the King..
Here's a health to ane I lo'e dear.
Here she was wont to go! and here!
Her eyes the glowworm lend thee......
Here you will find a more refreshing air...
He sat in silence on the ground
He that has sailed upon the dark blue sea
He who hath bent him o'er the dead
High over all Panglory's blazing throne
His browny locks did hang in crooked curls
His own two hands the holy knots did knit
How beautiful beneath the bright blue sky
How calm, how beautiful comes on
How does your grace?
How gallantly, how merrily
How happy is he born and taught.
How happy is the blameless Vestal's lot!...
How many times do I love thee, dear?..
How now, spirit! whither wander you?
How sleep the brave, who sink to rest
How still the morning of the hallowed day! 25
How sweet and solemn is the midnight scene! 415
How sweet and soothing is this hour of
calm!
How'sweet it were, if without feeble fright 313