...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! CVI. The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echos, sav6 my steed's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along ; The spectre huntsman...

...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! CVI. The shrill cicalas , people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echos , save my steed's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along ; The spectre huntsman...

...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! CVI. The shrill Cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echos, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bells that rose the boughs along 5 The spectre huntsman...

...Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flowed o'er To where the last Cesarean fortress stood, Evergreen forest! which Boccaccio's...their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echos, sav.e my steed's and mine, And vesper bells that rose the boughs along : The spectre huntsman...

...wave flow'd o'er " To where the last Caesarean fortress stood, " Evergreen forest ! which Boecacio's lore " And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me,...pine, " Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, " Where the sole echoes save my steed's and mine. " And vesper bell's that rose the boughs among."...

...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee! CVI. The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echos, save my steed's and mine, And vesper bell's that rose the boughs along; The spectre huntsman...

...Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave flow'd o'er, To where the last Caesarian fortress stood, Evergreen forest! which Boccaccio's...The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their summer-lives one ceaseless song, Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bells that...

...lore And Dryden's lay made haunted ground to me, How have I loved the twilight hour and thee ! CVI. The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the boughs along : The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and...

...Ravenna's immemorial wood, Rooted where once the Adrian wave fiow'd o'er, To where the last Cosareun fortress stood, Evergreen forest ! which Boccaccio's...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the bought along: The spectre huntsman of Onesti's line, His hell-dogs, and...

...Walpole had retired from Parliament at the general election in the beginning of this year. — E. 1 " The shrill cicalas, people of the pine, Making their...Were the sole echoes, save my steed's and mine, And vesper-bell's that rose the houghs along." Don Juan, c. iii. st. 106. — E. 3 Walpole's work is thus...