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...heav'n'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 slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...heaven's wide pathless way, And oft, as if her head she how'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 slow with snllen roar: Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...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 slow with sullen roar ; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...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 slow with sullen roar; Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...heav'n's wide pathless way} And oft, as if her head she bow'd, Stopping 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 slow with sullen roar. Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...Riding' near her highest noon ; 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 watered shore Swinging slow with solemn roar t Or, if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...lontano Che piao '1 giorno pianger, che si muore. Mr. Wakefield cites Milton, Ilp.en-, seroso. Oft on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off' curfew sound, Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging wild with sullen roar. and adds — l- This is excellently descriptive;...

...heav'n'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 slow with sullen roar : Or if the air will not permit, Some still removed...

...heard by a man of meditation, we have the following circumstantiation in Milton's " Penseroso :" Oft, on a plat of rising ground, I hear the far-off" curfew sound ; Over some wide-water'd shore, Swinging slow with sullen roar. few is made to toll requiems to the day newly deceased...