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...hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell 170 Of every star that heav'n doth shew; And every herb that sips the dew; Till old experience...prophetic strain. These pleasures, Melancholy, give, 175 And 1 with thee will choose to live. ARCADES. Part of on Entertainment presented to the Countess...

...the side of the river. Saint Adalferio seems to have had the wish so beautifully expressed by Milton. And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful...Where I may sit and rightly spell, Of every star that Heav'n doth show And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like...

...of the river. Saint Adalferio seems to have had the wish so beautifully expressed by Milton. And mar at last my weary age Find out the peaceful hermitage,...Where I may sit and rightly spell, Of every star that Heav'n doth show And every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience do attain To something like...

...hermitage, The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that Heav'n doth show, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till...Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. ON HIS BLINDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spout Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,...

...The hairy gown and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star that Heav'n doth shew, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old Experience...Melancholy, give, And I with thee will choose to live. ON HtS BLtNDNESS. WHEN I consider how my light is spent Ere half my days in this dark world and wide,...

...different hermitages in England. " And may .at last my weary age Find out that peaceful hermitage , o* The hairy gOWn, and mossy cell, Where I may sit and...heaven doth show, And every herb that sips the dew." Harry acknowledged that she had rightly spelled and put it together. " How curious," said he, " that...

...fame?" " And may at last my weary age Find out some peaceful hermitage, The hairy gown, the rnossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell Of every star...every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience doth attain To something of prophetic strain." O Poesy, bewitching power ! What fascinations are thy...

...cannot help, in traversing its cells, to think of the beautiful lines of Milton in " II Penseroao" — " And may at last my weary age Find out the peaceful...every herb that sips the dew, Till old experience doth attain To something like prophetic strain ; The pleasures melancholy give, And I with thee will...

...clear, As may with sweetness, through mine ear, Dissolve me into ecstasies, 165 And bring all heav'n before mine eyes. And may at last my weary age Find...and mossy cell, Where I may sit and rightly spell ITO Of every star that heav'n doth show, And every herb that sips the dew ; Till old experience do...