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...summer, is an animal of singular beauty. Hark ! the BEE winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to saluto the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs she bends...her to its source. Tis noon, 'tis night. That eye no finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought, Now vainly asks the scenes she...

...sky. Crushed by the meagre hand, when welcomed from Hark the bee winds her small but mellow horn, (19) Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. vl'is noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought....

...Being's glorious chain. In the elegant lines in which this couplet occurs b, ' Illiger Mag. i. 488. b " Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn, O'er which were pointed out to me by my friend Dr. Alderson of Hull, Mr. Rogers supposes the bee to be conducted...

...from the shy. Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. ui thymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. I i> noon, 'tis night. That eye so finely wrought. Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,...

...perchance the first to die. Crushed by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark! the bee (21) winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thy my downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. *T is noon, Ч...

...meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! Ihe bee (31) winds her small but mellow hom, Blilhe to salute the sunny smile of morn. O'er thymy downs...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, Ч is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,...

...perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! the bee (21) winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of mom. O'er tliymy downs she bends her busy course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is...

...Alas! 'twas thine perchance the first to die, Crush'd by her meagre hand, when welcomed from the sky. Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe...course, And many a stream allures her to its source. 'T is noon, 't is night. That eye so finely wrought, Beyond the search of sense, the soar of thought,...

...to prove, nor from the operation of memory, as supposed by Rogers in his ' Pleasures of Memory'*. * Hark ! the bee winds her small but mellow horn, Blithe to salute the sunny smile of morn; O'er Another interesting inquiry arises as to the manner in which this nest is enlarged from time to time...