...Gentle swain, at thy request, I am here. MILTON'S COIIUS. Now the bright morning-star, day's harhinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The...throws The yellow Cowslip, and the pale primrose. MILTON. TO MEADOWS. '"I !.a even mead, that erst brought sweetly forth Th» freclded Cowslip, burnet,...

...acquaint, With thee there clad in radiant sheen, No Marchioness, but now a Queen. SONG. ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail bounteous...

...exquisite songs that our language, rich in such excellence, has produced. SONG.— ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and brings with her The How'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose....

...the bright Morning-star, day'* harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flow'ry May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. Ihtil, bounteous May, that dost inspire 5 Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of...

...there is no piece of higher loveliness than his often quoted, yet never tiring Song on May Morning. Now the bright morning star, day's harbinger, Comes...Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale both boast thy blessing! Thus we salute thee with our early song, And welcome thee, and wishthçe long....

...mountaineer. In the spring-time, here are violets, scentless though they be ; and on the approach of The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose, although the cowslip inhabits not this spot, the primrose is scattered through one part of the woods...

...mountaineer. In the spring-time, here are violets, scentless though they be ; and on the approach of The flowery May, who from her green lap throws The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose, although the cowslip inhabits not this spot, the primrose is scattered through one part of the woods...

...of the nomadic tinker. It was a beautiful May morning: Now the brieht morning star, day's harhinger Comes dancing from the east, and leads with her The flowery May, who from her preen lap throws The yellow cowslip, and the pale primrose. Woods and groves are of her dressing, НШ...

...in radiant sheen; No marchioness, but now a queen. SONG ON MAY MORNING. Now the bright morning-star, day's harbinger, Comes dancing from the east, and...cowslip, and the pale primrose. Hail, bounteous May, that doth inspire Mirth, and youth, and warm desire; Woods and groves are of thy dressing, Hill and dale...

...heaven, with its rapturous spark, Would brighten and warm our decline. MAY. The flowery M«y ! that from her green lap throws, The yellow cowslip and the pale primrose. MILTOK. O welcome, sweet and bonny May, Milder than morning's earliest ray, And lovelier than the crescent...