Sees not my friend, what a deep snow Servant of God! well done She had left all on earth for him Smiles on past Misfortune's brow PAGE 185 21 118 27 234 79 14 62 33 179 121 137 ΙΟ 24 163 260 213 243 251 124 187 275 167 Summer's last lingering rose is blown Sun-girt City! thou hast been Supreme Divinity! who yet 51 214 80 Sure thou didst flourish once Sweet are the harmonies of Spring 157 126 Sweet daughter of a rough and stormy sire 64 Sweet Echo, sleeps thy vocal shell 59 Sweet Echo, sweetest nymph, that livest unseen 54 Swiftly walk over the western wave With horns and with hounds, I waken the day 140 With lorn delight the scene I view'd With how sad steps, O Moon, thou climb'st the skies Y Ye field flowers! the gardens eclipse you, 'tis true Yestreen the mountain's rugged brow Yet, even whene'er the least appeared 57 37 206 97 261 CAMBRIDGE PRINTED AT THE UNIVERSITY PRESS |