And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

And filled the air with barbarous dissonance.

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is read more

My eyes are dim with childish tears,
My heart is idly stirred,
For the same sound is in my ears
Which in those days I heard.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

Hark! from the tombs a doleful sound.

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful read more

Thou hastenest down between the hills to meet me at the road,
The secret scarcely lisping of thy beautiful abode
Among the pines and mosses of yonder shadowy height,
Where thou dost sparkle into song, and fill the woods with light.

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, read more

What's the business,
That such a hideous trumpet calls to parley
The sleepers of the house? Speak, speak!

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
- read more

The streams, rejoiced that winter's work is done,
Talk of to-morrow's cowslips as they run.
- Ebenezer Elliott ("The Corn Law Rhymer"),

To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

To all proportioned terms he must dispense
And make the sound a picture of the sense.

From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

From Helicon's harmonious springs
A thousand rills their mazy progress take.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.

The murmur that springs
From the growing of grass.