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...waves and sparkle as he comes." p. 122. The " Evening Wind " breathes a deeper and tenderer strain. "Go rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the...The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass, And 'twjxt the o'ershadowing branches and the grass. " The faint old man shall lean his silver head To...

...forth into the gathering shade — go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Co, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse 1 he wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep...

...go forth, God's blessing breathe upon the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The strange, deep harmonies that haunt his breast;...

...forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, The wide old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The shutting flower, and darkling waters pass,...

...the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest,...the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wild old wood from his majestic rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies...

...forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth I Go, roek the little wood-bird in his nest. Curl the still waters, bright with stars, and rouse The wild old wood from his majestie rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies...

...depending upon the other, and each beautiful. Here are three lines breathing all the spirit of Shelley. Pleasant shall be thy way, where meekly bows The shutting flower, and darkling waters past, And 'twixt the u'ershadowing branches and the grass. The conclusion is admirable — Go — but...

...shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth! Go, rock the little wood-bird ih strict fast of eight days, in which they totally abstain from food ; but during which t majestick rest, Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange, deep harmonies that haunt nis breast:...

...the sight. Go forth into the gathering shade ; go forth, God's blessing breathed upon the fainting earth ! Go, rock the little wood-bird in his nest, Curl the still waters, bright with stars, aim rouse The wide old wood from his majestick rest. Summoning from the innumerable boughs The strange,...