...leave the land. . * * * # * * The sounds of population fail, No chearful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread. But...but yon widow'd solitary thing, That feebly bends besides the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with...

...cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the. grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled. All but yon widow'd, solitary...bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot...

...nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale: . No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the bloomy flush of life is fled, All but yon widowed, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring: She, wretched matron, forc'd,...

...its legions, now with difficulty traced among barren fields remote from habitation ; "No " No bnsy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, " But all the bloomy flush of life is fled." From a fatiguing day's journey we gladly reposed at a better inn than might be expected in so poor...

...the grass-grown foot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled:.... All but yon widow 'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plashy spring; She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot...

...fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale ; No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, For all the bloomy flush of life is fled. All but yon...bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry fagot from the thorn, To seek her nightly shed, and weep till morn ; She only left,...

...cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled ; All but yon widow'd, solitary...bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread, To pick her wintry faggot...

...nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale : No busy steps the grass-grown footway tread, But all...bends beside the plashy spring : She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread. To pick her wint'ry faggot...

...cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown loot-way tread, But all the blooming flush of life is fled, All but yon widow'd, solitary thing, That feebly bends beside the plushy spring : She, wretched matron, forc'd, in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses...

...nightingale had made. But now the sounds of population fail, No cheerful murmurs fluctuate in the gale, No busy steps the grass-grown foot-way tread, But...bends beside the plashy spring ; She, wretched matron, forc'd in age, for bread, To strip the brook with mantling cresses spread} To pick her wintry faggot...