...breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest-heat she bore to the reapers at noon-tide flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, whilo the bell from its turret sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the p'riest with his hyssop sprinkles...

...The pines and hemlocks, bearded with moss, " stand like harpers hoar." The bell, on Sunday morn, " Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest...the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them." Sometimes, over eager for simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd; as, when speaking of Evangeline,...

...The pines and hemlocks, bearded with moss, " stand like harpers hoar." The bell, on Sunday morn, " Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, ami scatters blessings upon them." Sometimes, over eager for simplicity, his muse stoops to the absurd;...

...breath of kino that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the car-rings, Brought in the olden time from Franee, and sinee, as an heirloom, Handed down from mother...

...breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Wearing her Norman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought, in the olden time from...

...harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth wag the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while...Sprinkled with holy sounds the air, as the priest Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessings upon them, Down the long street she passed, with...

...breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads aud her missal, Wearing her Korman cap, and her kirtle of blue, and the ear-rings, Brought in the olden...

...breath of kine that feed in the meadows. When in the harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth was...his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessingi upon them, Down the long street she passed, with her chaplet of beads and her missal, Wearing...

...it "the music nighest bordering upon heaven." You remember, in Evangeline, how " on Sunday morning, the bell from its turret Sprinkled with holy sounds...priest with his hyssop Sprinkles the congregation." Hyperion, the prose-poem of Longfellow, is full of beautiful allusions to their music. He says, in...

...harvest heat she bore to the reapers at noontide Flagons of home-brewed ale, ah ! fair in sooth wa« the maiden. Fairer was she when, on Sunday morn, while the bell from its turret Sprinkles the congregation, and scatters blessing! upon them, Down the long street she passed, with...