...Are faces that attest the same ; And kindle, like afire new stirr'd, At sound of ROB ROY'S name. 10 THE SOLITARY REAPER. Behold her, single in the field,...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. e. No Nightingale did ever chaunt...

...an evil-minded poet, Disturbs the rest of all who know it. THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, tingle in the field, Yon solitary Highland lass! Reaping...gently pass ! Alone she cuts and binds the grain, Andsinp a melincholy strain; O listen ! for the vale profound Is orerflowinp with the sound. No Nightingale...

...In spots like these it is \ve prize Our Memory, feel that she hath eyes : Then, why should I be loth to stir? I feel this place was made for her ; To give...! Alone she cuts, and binds the grain, And sings a melanqholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. \ ii.i .,. .'!...

...Continued long as life shall last. Nor am I loth, though pleased at heart, Sweet Highland Girl ! from 1'hee to part ; For I, methinks, till I grow old, As fair...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt So...

...do now, the Cabin small, The Lake, the Bay, the Waterfall ; And Thee, the Spirit of them all ! XXII. THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field,...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt So...

...sweetness with the thought Of travelling through the world that lay Before me in my endless way. VII. THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field,...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt More...

...sometimes, as Mr. Wordsworth supposes, of battles long ago, and sometimes/amt'/tar matter of to-day. " Behold her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland...overflowing with the sound. No nightingale did ever chaunt So sweetly to reposing bands Of travellers in some shady haunt Among Arabian sands : IV o sweeter...

...the world that lay Before me in my endless way. THE SOLITARY REAPER. RBHOLD her, single in the 6eld, Yon solitary Highland Lass! Reaping and singing by...and binds the grain. And sings a melancholy strain; 0 listen ' for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever cliaunt More...

...this lonely place. THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, single in the field, Yon solitary Highland-Lass! Reaping and singing by herself; Stop here, or gently...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; 0 listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chaunt So...

...through the world that lay Before me in my endless way. VII. THE SOLITARY REAPER. BEHOLD her, singlo in the field, Yon solitary Highland Lass ! Reaping...and binds the grain, And sings a melancholy strain ; O listen ! for the Vale profound Is overflowing with the sound. No Nightingale did ever chant More...