"Colin, to heare thy rymes and roundelayes, Which thou wert wont on wastefull hilles to sing, I more delight than larke in sommer dayes Whose eccho made the neighbour groves to ring.”—SPENSER. LONDON-PRINTED BY RICHARD CLAY, BREAD STREET HILL. 24-34 45 Now silvery streamlets from the mountains stealing EDWARD DUNCAN. Harral 12 WALTER GOODALL. Green. 21 . And scattered thoughtlessly By infant hands left on the path to die Plucking the fairest with a rude delight Seek silent hills, or rest thyself where peaceful waters glide. Forming the little haycocks up and down. HARRISON WEIR EDWARD DUNCAN That house where nut-brown draughts inspired . BIRKET FOSTER . . Erans. 73 HARRISON WEIR Greenaway 85 And pecks and starts, and wonders where he is. WALTER GOODALL Evans. 135 Cooper 137 And checks his seed to mark the springing game FREDERICK TAYLER. Green 159 Thro' which the moon's unclouded grandeur rolls BIRKET FOSTER . The Ornamental Headings drawn by THOMAS MACQUOID and NOEL HUMPHREYS: |