...teeming ; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. Oh brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for...water, and the fire ; Yet even in these days, so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans. Fluttering among the faint Olympians, I see and sing,...

...heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. 0 brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, loo lote for the fond believing lyre, When holy were the haunted...water, and the fire ; Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the faint Olympians, 1 see, and sing,...

...censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no omcle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for...When holy were the haunted forest boughs. Holy the nir, the water, nnd the fire ; Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent...

...teeming ; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. Oh brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for...believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Hofy the air, the water, and the fire ; Yet even in these days, so far retired From happy pieties,...

...censer teeming ; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for...believing lyre, When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among the faint...

...censer teeming ; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. O brightest ! though too late for antique vows. Too, too late for...water, and the fire ; Yet even in these days so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 109 Fluttering among the faint Olympians,...

...сепкег teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat Of pale-mouthed prophet dreaming. 0 brightest ! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for...haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fite ; Yet even in these da}-* so far retired From happy pieties, thy lucent fans, Fluttering among...

...solitary and sublime from the distance: their summits encircled with mists: God's huge altars once, "when holy were the haunted forest boughs, holy the air, the water, and the fire," and the sacrificial flame flared upwards to the gigantic heavens, and the priestly Druid ministered....

...incense sweet From chain-swung censer teeming; No shrine, no grove, no oracle, no heat 0 brightest! though too late for antique vows, Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, Of pale-mouth'd prophet dreaming. When holy were the haunted forest boughs, Holy the air, the water,...

...regret for its long-past "happy pieties" — a melancholy repining over our own nntrustful days — " Too, too late for the fond believing lyre, When holy...forest boughs, Holy the air, the water, and the fire" — which, though perfectly possible in a good Christian, is but a bad support for a suspected orthodoxy;...