...near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heav'n's wide pathless way, 79 And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfeu sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, 75 Swinging...

...even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging...

...been led astray Through the heav'n's wide pathless way ; And oft, as if her head she bowed, Stopping through a fleecy cloud. The sounds that can be, in...correspond with his present humour : not the song of the milk -maid, but that of the nightingale; not the whistling plowman, but the sound of the curfeu. His...

...wand'ring moon Riding near her highest noon, 63 Like one that had been led astray, Through the heav'ns wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud." Here the poet breaks from his subject, anJ,. abandoning the description of Melancholy, he exclaims...

...eight leading images ; in the following, of equal length, there is only one : To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, 'Like one that...milk-maid, but that of the nightingale ; not the whistling plowman, but the sound of the curfeu. His images succeed one another slowly, without any rapid or abrupt...

...wandering moon, .Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray Through the Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging...

...wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that had been led astray ' Through the Heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off curfew sound, Over some wide-water' d shore, Swinging...

...extremely beautiful. Sometime walking, not unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green ; To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It would be easy to extend these remarks to a much greater length. What has been said, however, may...

...extremely beautiful. Sometime walking, not unseen, On the dry smooth-shaven green ; To behold the wand'ring moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one that...her head she bow'd, Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It would be easy to extend these remarks to a much greater length. What has been said, however, may...

...near her highest noon. Like one that had been led astray, Through the heav'n's wide pathless way j And oft, as if her head she bow'd, • Stooping through a fleecy cloud. It would be easy to extend these remarks to a much greater length. What has been said, however, may...