...elms, or hillocks green, : Right against the eastern gate. Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his" tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...high wood echoing shrill : Some time walking not unseen By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins...flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries diaht ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd tend, And the milk-maid singeth...

...least, he seemed to Milton, when he desired to walk — " By hedge-row elms, on hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins...state, Robed in flames and amber light, The clouds itl thousand liveriea dight." Or shall we rather say, with another poet, that the vicegerent of his...

...elms, on hillocks green* r 2 Right against the eastern gate, Where the grea sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight; While the ploughman, near at hand, AVhistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk-maid siugeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe,...

...elms, or hillocks green, . Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun Begins his state, Rob'd in flames and amber light, • The clouds in thousand...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...elms or hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...pleasure of hearing the labouring people sing has not been forgotten by Milton, in his L'Allegro ; While the ploughman near at hand, ' Whistles o'er...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Servius says, that frondator...

...struts his dames hefore : Oft listening how the hounds and horn Cheerly rouse the slumhering morn ; While the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk-maid singing hlythe, And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd telU his tale. Under the hawthorn...

...elms, or hill»cks green, Right egainst the eastern gate, , Where the great sun begins his state, HcbM in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight, „ While th« ploHgtiman, near at hand^ Whistle? o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid eingeth biithe, And...

...his " L' Allegro :" " Sometime walking, not unseen, By hedge-row elms on hillocs green, ****** When the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd...the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his siihe ; And ev'ry shepherd tells his tale, Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...