...courfe in heaven, golden-haired fon of the Iky ! The weft has opened its gates ; the bed of thy rcpofe is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They fee thce lovely in thy flcep ; they (brink away with fear. Reft in thy fhadowy cave, O fun *....

...golden-haired son of the sky ! ' The west has opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there. The 1 Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son of the sky.] MILTON'S Translation of the 136th Psalm. And caused the golden-tressed sun All the day long his course...

...heaven, golden-haired fon of the fky ! The weft has opened its gates ; the bed of thy repofe is (here. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They fee thee lovely in thy fleep ; they flirink away with fear. Reft in thy ihadowy cave, O fun !...

...addicted to the superstition which prevailed all the world over, before the introduction of Christianity. HAST* thou left thy blue course in heaven, goldenhaired...of the sky ! The west has opened its gates ; * The tang of Ullin, with which the poem opens, is in a lyric measure. It was usual with Fingal, when he...

...CALLCOTT. HAST thou left thy blue course in heav'n, Golden hair'd son of the sky ? The west has opened her gates, The bed of thy repose is there, The waves come...behold thy beauty : They lift their trembling heads, They see thee lovely in thy sleep, They shrink away with fear. Rest in thy shadowy cave, O sun ! Let...

...absent. Fingal. Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden -hair'd son of the sky! The west hath opened its gates ; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves gather to behold thy beauty : they lift their trembling heads ; they see thee Iqvely in thy sleep ;...

...absent. Fingal. Hast thou left thy bine course in heaven, golden-hair'd son of the sky ! The west hath opened its gates; the bed of thy repose is there. The waves gather to behold thy beauty: they lift their trembling heads; they see thee lovely in thy sleep; but...

...opens with a song of triumph, the beginning of which contains an address to the sun : — " Hast tin >n left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired son...sky ! The west has opened its gates ; the bed of thy j-epose is there. The waves come to behold thy beauty. They lift their trembling heads. They see thee...

...a tree in the vale the voice of spring around, and pours its green leaves to the sun. — Temora. a Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired...there. The waves come to behold thy beauty : they Milvana sat weeping Beneath the old tree, but her thoughts were not there. All nature lay sleeping,...

...a tree in the vale the voice of spring around, and pours its green leaves to the sun. — Temora. 4 Hast thou left thy blue course in heaven, golden-haired...there. The waves come to behold thy beauty : they Milvana sat weeping Beneath the old tree, but her thoughts were not there. All nature lay sleeping,...