...blithe. Returning home on summer nights, Ьате met Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lockhithe. Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet. As the...rope chops round; And leaning backward in a pensive dram, And fostering in thy lap a henp of flowers Pluok'd in shy fields and distant Wvcbwood bowers,...

...across the Thames at Bablock-hithe ; " And leaning backward in a pensive dream And fostering in his lap a heap of flowers, Pluck'd in shy fields and distant Wychwood bowers. And his eyes resting on the moonlit stream." If Mr. Arnold is the poet of our times who as poet could least...

...Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the slow punt swings round : And leaning backwards in a pensive dream, And fostering in thy lap a heap of flowers Plucked in shy fields and distant woodland bowers, And thine eyes resting on the moonlit stream, And...

...Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the slow punt swings round : And leaning backwards in a pensive dream, And fostering in thy lap a heap of flowers Pluck'd in shy fields and distant woodland bowers, And thine eyes resting on the moonlit stream. And, then they land, and thou art seen...

...Trailing in the cool stream thy lingers wet, As the slow punt swings round ; And leaning backwards in a pensive dream, And fostering in thy lap a heap of flowers Flacked in shy fields and distant woodland bowers, And thine eye resting on the moon-lit stream ; And...

...fostering on thy lap a heap of flowers, Plucked in stray fields and distant woodland bowers, And thine eye resting on the moonlit stream. " And then they land...from the distant hamlets come, To dance around the Fyneld elm in May, Oft through the darkening fields have seen thee roam, ' Or cross a stile into the...

...across the Thames at Bablock-hithe : — And leaning backward in a pensive dream And fostering in his lap a heap of flowers, Pluck'd in shy fields and distant Wychwood bowers, And his eyes resting on the moonlit stream. If Mr. Arnold is the poet of our times who as poet could least...

...Trailing' in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the slow punt chops round ; And leaning backwards in a pensive dream, And fostering in thy lap a heap...: And then they land, and thou art seen no more.' Our second quotation is made from ' Thyrsis ; ' and here the same characteristics of precision and...

...blithe, Returning home on summer nights, have met Crossing the stripling Thames at Bab-lock-hithe, Trailing in the cool stream thy fingers wet, As the...heap of flowers Pluck'd in shy fields and distant Wycliwood bowers, And thine eyes resting on the moonlit stream ! " It would be impossible to express...

...across the Thames at Bablockhithe ; " And leaning backward in a pensive dream And fostering in his lap a heap of flowers, Pluck'd in shy fields and distant Wychwood bowers, And his eyes resting on the moonlit stream." If Mr Arnold is the poet of our times who as poet could least...