...winds deflower'/l, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass." In most poets imearthly beings are introduced to express peculiar removed essences of lyrical rapture...

...winds deflowered, Till tho scent it gives Mikes faint with too much sweet these heavywinged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...ever was Joyous, and clear, and fresh, thy music doth snrpats Te«h mo half tho gladness That thy brain must know, S;ieh harmonious madness From my lips...

...As, when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. Teach us, 'sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there...

...when night is bare, From one lonely cloud The moon rains out her beams, and heaven is overflowed. 4. Teach us, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are...wine That panted forth a flood of rapture so divine. 5. Chorus hymene'al, Or triumphal chant, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, A thing...

...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That...

...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...and clear, and fresh, thy music doth surpass. Teach me, sprite or bird, What sweet thoughts are thine : I have never heard Praise of love or wine That...

...winds deflowered, Till lhe scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet, those heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...rapture so divine, Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphant chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt— A thing wherein we feel there is some...

...winds deflowered, Till the scent it gives Makes faint with too much sweet these heavy -winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakened...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine would be all But an empty vaunt, — A thing wherein we feel there...

...much sweet these heavy-winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awaken'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear, and...a flood of rapture so divine. Chorus hymeneal, Or triumphal chaunt, Matched with thine \vould be all But an empty vaunt — A thing wherein we feel there...

...much sweet these heavy winged thieves. Sound of vernal showers On the twinkling grass, Rain-awakeu'd flowers, All that ever was Joyous, and clear and fresh,...What sweet thoughts are thine ; I have never heard Chorus Hymeneal, Or triumphal chant, Match'd with thiue would be all But an empty Taunt — A thing...