...perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chan tress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...performers: on which account the poets have always made the song of the nightingale a nocturnal serenade. Sweet bird that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...chauntress, oft, the woods among I woo to hear thy even song. MILTON. The singing of birds is usually supposed to be the language of courtship : " All...

...Smoothing the rugged brow of night, While Cynthia checks her dragon yoke. Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most...hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...checks her dragon yoke, Gently o'er the accustomed oak. Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of foffy, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chauntress,...hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...oak : Sweet bird, that shunnest the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among, I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...oak ; Sweet bird that shun'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo to hear thy even-song; And missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry smooth shaven green, To behold the wand'ring moon Hiding near her highest noon, Like one...

...perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...perplexity. " Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantress, oft the woods among I woo, to hear thy even-song ; And, missing thee, I walk unseen On the dry, smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon Riding near her highest noon, Like one...

...oak ; Sweet bird, that shunn'st the noise of Folly, Most musical, most melancholy ! Thee, chantres«, On the dry smooth-shaven green, To behold the wandering moon, Hiding near hor highest noon, Like one...