Winter, 195-208. — 2, Spring

UE al de Now ’tis nought

But restless hurry through the busy air

Beat by unnumbered wings. The swallow sweeps The slimy pool, to build his hanging house Imteut 1.

SHARE NET The surging air Receives the plumy burden ?.

And neighing, on the aërial summit takes The exciting gale; thin, deep-descending, cleaves The headlong torrents foaming down the hills ?.

At first the groves are scarcely seen to stir Their trembling tops .

Throw the broad ditch behind you; o’er the hedge High bound resistless 5.

RD EE Then, down at once Precipitant descends a mingled mass Of roaring winds and flame and rushing floods 6.

2 eh RS EE ME EARRERES not à breath Is heard to quiver through the closing woods, Or rustling turn the many-twinkling leaves

Of aspen tall 7.

How in his mid career, the spaniel, struck Stiff by the tainted gale, with open nose Out-stretched 8...

Through the hushed air the whitening shower descends, At first thin-wavering; till at last the flakes

Fall broad and wide and fast, dimming the day

With a continual flow ?.

S'agit-il, au contraire, de communiquer une impression de lenteur ou de majesté, ou simplement de donner à un terme