...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...nectar, and their bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. — Surely, surely slumber is more sweet than toil ; the shore, Than labour in the deep mid-ocean,...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...Latin may correspond to English, we may refer our readers to another passage from the same poem:— " Blight and famine, plague and earthquake, roaring...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Par below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are Where they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands,...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...and the clouds are lightly curled Bound their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming world. There they smile in secret, looking over wasted lands, Blight...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music, centred in a doleful song, Steaming -up, a lamentation, and an ancient...

...the hollow Lotos-land to live and lie reclined On the hills like Gods together, careless of mankind. For they lie beside their nectar, and the bolts are...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...

...their nectar, and the bolts are hurl'd Far below them in the valleys, and the clouds are lightly curl'd Round their golden houses, girdled with the gleaming...flaming towns, and sinking ships, and praying hands. But they smile, they find a music centred in a doleful song Steaming up, a lamentation and an ancient...