...the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds ; Save that, from yonder iVy-mantled tow'r, The moping ow) does to the moon complain Of such, as wand'ring near her secret bow'r, Molest...

...the sky. How beautiful is night ! And from Gray : — The curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman...and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stilness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, And...

...LXVIII. Elegy written in a Country Churchyard. — GRAY. THE curfew tolls the knell of parting day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The plowman...and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, And...

...! The lowing herd wind slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds — Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,...

...The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea; The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, . And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds ; Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight,...

...The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea ; The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds ; Save where the beetle wheels 'his Sroning flight,...

...day, The lowing herd winds P.owly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves an Book Exchange sight, And nil the air a solemn stillness holds. Save where the beetle wheels his droning flight, Ami...

...day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness and to me. Now fades the glimmering...droning flight, And drowsy tinklings lull the distant folds." How such a picture recalls the days of childhood and youth, when we, too, whose homes were...

...is the time incorrect ; and a knell is not tolled for the parting, but for the parted. ' And leaves the world to darkness and to me.' ' Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight.' Here the incidents, instead of being progressive, fall back, and make the picture confused...

...day, The lowing herd winds slowly o'er the lea, The ploughman homeward plods his weary way, And leaves the world to darkness — and to me. Now fades the glimmering landscape on the sight, And all the air a solemn stillness holds, Save where the beetle wheels his drony flight, And...