...told Ten birth-days, when among the mountain slopes Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy With store...woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation ; — moon and stars...

...told Ten birth-days, when among the mountain slopes Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy With store...woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation ;—moon and stars...

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...told Ten birth-days, when among the mountain slopes Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped with gifts he bubbles o'er As generous as a fountain...flitting pleasures tempt him from his path ; The wa half the night, Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation; — moon and stars...

...to sport. A naked savage, in the thunder shower." Ere he had "told ten birth-days," it was his joy " To range the open heights where woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf." One does not readily think that woodcocks are the most poetical objects at which " the young idea"...

...mountain slopes Frost, -and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 't was my joy, With store of springes o'er my shoulder hung,...woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation ; — moon and stars...

...description given by the great Poet of the Lakes of his favourite boyish sport : — " Ere I had told " Teu birth-days, when among the mountain-slopes " Frost,...woodcocks run " Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, " Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied " That anxious visitation ; — moon and...

...mountain slopes Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 't was my joy, With store of springes o'er my shoulder hung, To range the open heights where woodcocks rup Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding away from snare to snare, I plied...

...told Ten birth-days, when among the mountain slopes Frost, and the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy With store...woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the night, Scudding from snare to snare, I plied That anxious visitation ; — moon and stars...

...the breath of frosty wind, had snapped The last autumnal crocus, 'twas my joy With store of springe* o'er my shoulder hung To range the open heights where...woodcocks run Along the smooth green turf. Through half the . '•» il ' night, Scudding away from snare to snare, Implied « u ; i That anxious visitation;—moon...