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...shades, Ah ! fields, beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow, My weary soul they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, As waving fresh their gladsome wing,...

...almost the expression, of those lines so familiar to every feeling mind and poetical ear, beginning— " I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow," &c. " Going yearly to Boston for the connaturalness of that air, and to Winchester and Oxford for recreation,...

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...Where once my carele ss childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from yon blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My -weary eoul they seem to sooth, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. " Say, Father...

...shade I Ah, fields beloved in vain ! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames....

...recall, with personal application, the appropriate lines of the great master of the English lyre, — I feel the gales that from ye blow, A momentary bliss bestow, As waving fresh with gladsome wing, My weary soul, they seem to sooth, And redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a...

...shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain, Where once my careless childhood struy'd, A stranger yet to pain ! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing, My weary soul they seem to toothc, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring." And again, where...

...shade ! Ah, fields beloved in vain! Where once my careless childhood stray'd, A stranger yet to pain! I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss...bestow, As waving fresh their gladsome wing My weary soul they seem to soothe, And, redolent of joy and youth, To breathe a second spring. Say, father Thames....

...me a little leisure, one hour of still thought, and the balmy influence will steal over me : — " I feel the gales that from ye blow A momentary bliss bestow !" Yes ; it is all revivified and I am young again, and can greet with a kindred sympathy all Anglo-Saxon...