...childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...soothe. And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, Father THAMES, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy...

...childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames, for thou hast seen Full many a sprightly race Disporting on thy...

...childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales, that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. King Henry the Sixth, founder of t Say, father Thames, for thou bast Been Full many...

...hardly recal to the reader's mind :— I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul...soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. It is in the poem, however, of Windsor Forest, in the exquisite beauty of its descriptions,...

...childhood stray 'd, A stranger yet to pain ; I feel the gales that from you blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second Spring." I shall be pardoned, if, from Wycchamical...

...gales that from them blow A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, Our weary eoul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. We never return from our brief visits to those districts of peace and contentment where...

...childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames (for thou hast...

...strayed, A stranger yet to pain. I feel the (rales that from yс bloа' A momentary bliss bestow, Ae waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they...soothe. And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." God bless you, Gray ! you are wortby, if only for having written the elegy in a country...

...The lover of the muses may truly say, I feel the gales that round ye hlow A momentary hliss hestow, As, waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul...they seem to soothe, And redolent of joy and youth To hreathe a second spring. The contrast, indeed, is somewhat striking between that close reasoning, which...

...utilitarian age, that we still love to revel in these wild and wondrous scenes of oriental imagination. " The weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." The translator of these tales, the Chevalier Marcel, was director of the French printing-office,...