...which hides the daffodil," and the swamps where in May the fritillary blossomed! "I know," he cried. I know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields Above by Eynsham, down by Bandford, yields, And what sedged brooks are Thames's tributaries. Above all, perhaps,...

...heard ! Tier foot the Cumner cowslips never stirr'd ; And we .should tease her with our plaint in vain. Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be,...our tree-topp'd hill ! Who, if not I, for questing hero hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fy field tree, I know what white,...

...heard ! Her foot the Cumner cowslips never stirred ; And we should tease her with our plaint in vain. Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be,...give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our tree-topped hill ! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil,...

...Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be, Yet, Thyrsis, let mo give my grief its hour In tho old haunt, and find our tree-topp'd hill ! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power i I know the wood which hides the daffodil, I know the Fyfield tree, Г know what white, what purple...

...heard ! Her foot the Cuinner cowslips never stirr'd ; And we should tease her with our plaint i» vain. Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be, Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief its honr In the old haunt, and find our tree-topp'd hill ! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power?...

...words will be, Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our tree-topped hill ! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power...know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple frittilaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields; And...

...heard! Her foot the Cumnor cowslips never stirred! And we should tease her with our plaint in vain. Well! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be, Yet,...give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our tree-topped hill! "Who, if not I, for questing here hath power ? I know the wood which hides the daffodil,...

...reed, And blow a strain the world at last shall heed — For Time, not Corydon, hath conquered thee. Well ! wind-dispersed and vain the words will be ;...give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our tree-topped hill ! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power? I know the wood which hides the daffodil,...

...cowslips never stirred." Again : "I know the wood which hides the daffodil; I know the Fyfield-tree ; 1 know what white, what purple fritillaries The grassy harvest of the river-fields Above by Eynsham, down by Sandford, yields, An 1 what sedged brooks are Thamcs's tributaries. Where is the girl...

...words will be, Yet, Thyrsis, let me give my grief its hour In the old haunt, and find our treetopped hill ! Who, if not I, for questing here hath power...know the Fyfield tree, I know what white, what purple frltillaries The grassy harvest of the riverfields, Above by Ensham, down by Sandford, yields; . And...