The untaught harmony of spring: While, whisp'ring pleasure as they fly, Cool Zephyrs thro' the clear blue sky Their gather'd fragrance fling. Where'er the oak's thick branches ftretch A broader browner fhade; Where'er the rude and mofs-grown beech O'er-canopies the glade, - a bank O'er-canopied with luscious woodbine. Shakefp. Midf. Night's Dream. Befide And they that creep, and they that fly, Shall end where they began. b "Nare per æftatem liquidam-' Virgil, Georg. lib. iv., -fporting with quick glance Shew to the fun their waved coats drop'd with gold. Milton's Paradife Loft, book vii. While infects from the threshold preach, &c. M. GREEN, in the Grotto. Dodfley's Mifcellanies, Vol. V. p. 161. Alike |