...taste gratified ! especially in the books of Proverbs, Ecckaastes, and some of the minor prophets.. -Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt, Clear springs or shady groves, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song, Imt chief Thee Sion, and...

...to Hi' ascent of that steep savage hill Satan had jonrnied on, pens'ac, and slow." •—— — " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses...haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill." -" As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top their stately...

...and half. " Now to th' ascent of that steep savage hill .Satan had jimmied on, pensive, and slow.-" " Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or smmy hill." " As when Heaven's fire Has scath'd the forest oaks, or mountain pines, With singed top...

...believe him to be proud and fastidious ; yet not the more " Cease I to wander where his muse may hannt Clear spring, or shady grove — or sunny hill, Smit with the love of her mellifluent song." Alas ! I knew that the poetic laurels strike with no enduring root till they...

...So thick a drop serene. hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet, not the more Çease I to wander where the Muses haunt, Clear spring, or...love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit : nor sometimes...

...ray, and find no dawn : So thirk a drop serene hatli queneb'd their orbs, Or <lim suffusion vcil'il. Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or snimy hill, Smit with the love of sacred son£ : hut chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brocks beneath,...

...can wish for our edification, or improvement, which this fund of knowledge doth not supply. — — Yet not the more, Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Zion, and the flow'ry banks beneath, That washed thy hallowed feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit....

...piercing ray, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses...Smit with the love of sacred song — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, ^Nightly I visit...

...nor yet the more have ceas'd* To greet St. MICHAEL* the Archangel's feast, * — — — — - Yel not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring or shady grove, &c. 1 Golden Lyre— Sir John Fortescue observes, " that " The University of the Laws, (for so he calls...

...Jove of sacred sonp — but chief Thee, Zion, and the flowery brooks l.meath, That wash the hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly I visit — nor sometimes forget Those other two, eqiiall'd with me in fate, So were I equall'd with them in renown, Blind Thamyris, and blind Maeonides...