 | James Hurdis - 1819 - 168 psl.
...that like his wakeful bird Sings darkling, sings and mourns his eye-sight lost, And nightly wanders to the Muses' haunt, Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; to us Displaying nature, and the blissful scenes Of Paradise, though not to him returns Day, or the... | |
 | John Milton - 1795 - 316 psl.
...So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease 1 to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, 30 That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | John Milton, Samuel Johnson - 1796 - 610 psl.
...dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more 26 Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, 30 That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | John Milton - 1800 - 300 psl.
...vain To find thy piercing ray, mid find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench 'd ireir orh^ Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease I...Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hilt, Smit with the love of sacred song ; hut chief Thee, 'lion, and the flow'ry hrooks heneath, That... | |
 | John Milton - 1801 - 396 psl.
...thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, i5 Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the more Cease 1 to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, 30 That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1805 - 924 psl.
...and the barley was smitten, but the wheat and the rye not. £x«Au. 5. Tor affect with any passion. I wander where the muses haunt, Clear spring, or shady...or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song. Mi/last. Tempt not the Lord thy God, he said, and stood; But Satan smitten with amazement fell Milton.... | |
 | 1806 - 408 psl.
...dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench' d their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd. Yet not the niore Cease I to wander, where the Muses haunt Clear spring,...hill, Smit with the love of sacred song; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | David Simpson - 1809 - 410 psl.
...is so justly entitled^) Give every author the honour due unto him, and sing with our epic bard : ' Yet not the more Cease I to wander, where the muses...hill, Smit with the love of Sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flow'ry brooks beneath That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 484 psl.
...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing ray, and find no dawn; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd....hill, Smit with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash thy hallow'd feet, and warbling flow, Nightly... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 psl.
...not these eyes, that roll in vain To find thy piercing lay, and find no dawn ; So thick a drop serene hath quench'd their orbs, Or dim suffusion veil'd....haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Srait with the love of sacred song ; but chief Thee, Sion, and the flowery brooks beneath, That wash... | |
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Yet not the more Cease I to wander where the Muses haunt Clear spring, or shady grove, or sunny hill, Smit with the love of sacred song... 
