...hillocks green, Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight....Straight mine eye hath caught new pleasures, Whilst the landskip round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray, Mountains...

...hillocks green, . Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun Begins his state, Rob'd in flames and amber light, • The clouds in thousand liveries...hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught new pie Whilst the landskip round it measures ; Russet lawns and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks...

...pleasure of hearing the labouring people sing has not been forgotten by Milton, in his L'Allegro ; While the ploughman near at hand, ' Whistles o'er...shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Servius says, that frondator is sometimes used to signify a bird that lives among the leaves, and feeds...

...hillocks green, Right against the eastern-gate Where the great Sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, ing receive, Free, as we will, or to enjoy, or leave. sithe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singeth blythe, And the mower whets his scythe ; And every shepherd...round it measures : Russet lawns, and fallows gray, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast, The labouring clouds do often...

...hillocks green, Bight against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light The clouds in thousand liveries dight...landscape round it measures ; Russet lawns, and fallows grey, Where the nibbling flocks do stray ; Mountains, on whose barren breast The laboring clouds do...

...hillocks green, .Right against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state, Robed in flames, and amber light The clouds in thousand liveries dight;...Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milkmaid singpth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn...

...the morning ! " When the ploughman near at hand Whistles o'er the furrow'd land, And the milk maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe ; And...shepherd, tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale." Who can be insensible to the charm which the last couplet throws over the whole of this passage ? But...

...Where the great Sun begins his state, Rob'd in flames, and amber light, The clouds in thousand liv'ries dight ; While the ploughman, near at hand, Whistles...milk-maid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his sithe, And ev'ry shepherd tells his tale Under the hawthorn in the dale. Straight mine eye hath caught...

...hillocks green, Kight against the eastern gate, Where the great sun begins his state, Roh'd in flames and amber light, The clouds in thousand liveries dight,...ploughman, near at hand, Whistles o'er the furrow'd hind, And the milkmaid singeth blithe, And the mower whets his scythe, And every shepherd tells his...