...lovely, gentle, kind, A nd full of ev'ry hope and ev'ry joy ; The wish of nature. Gradual sinks tbebrcat Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woodi, Or rustling turn the many twinkling IMTO Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods diffm'o1 In glassy...

...loaded sky, and mingled deep Sits on th1 horizon round a settled gloom : Not such as wintery-storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle,...the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath fs heard to quiver through the closing woods. Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves Of ., •...

...bnt lovely, gentle, kind, And fnll of ev'ry hope and ev'ry joy; The wish of natnre. Gradnal sinks th* breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to qniver throngh the closing woods, Or rnstling tnrn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Ti,' nncnrling...

...de la taille ; grand , haut , élevé. Ex. Il est aussi grand que vous. He is as tall asj-ou. JVot a breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods , Or , rustling , turn the many-twinkling Uaves Ofaspin tall. THOMSON. Pas un souffle ne se fait entendre dans le bois épais, et n'agite pas...

...Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom : 150 dtteribcd u it ftffecu the vtrioiu parts of Nature. Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, And full...the breeze Into a perfect calm; that not a breath 155 Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin...

...and is kept in motion by the wind, except during the stillest possible states of the atmosphere — "Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm ; that not a breath Is heard to quiver through the silent woods, Or rustling turn the many twinkling leaves Of aspen tall." Directly the wind stirs, the...

...shed, Oppressing 'life ; but lovely, gentle, kind, An8 fu'H'of ev'ry hope and ev'ry joy ; The wish bf nature. Gradual sinks the breeze Into a perfect calm...breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or fusiliftg turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling Hoods, difftts'd In glassy breadth,...

...would not have seen or thought it was a settled gloom ; and therefore, he could not have said — " but lovely, gentle, kind, And full of every hope and every joy, The wish of nature," Leigh Hunt — most cordial of poet crities — somewhere finely speaks of that ghastly line in a poem...

...loaded sky, and mingling deep, Sits on th' horizon round a settled gloom: Not such as wintry-storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life ; but lovely, gentle,...rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves Of aspin tall. Th' uncurling floods, diftus'd In glassy breadth, seem through delusive lapse Forgetful of their course....

...fill their granaries with corn, and clothe the pastures with perpetual verdure. M M Not such as wintry storms on mortals shed, Oppressing life, but lovely,...of every hope, and every joy, The wish of Nature." To return from this digression, I would observe that the essential character of a growan soil may be...