Unveil'd, the summer heaven, blue and clear.
Keats.
31. Dear to your heart are the scenes of your childhood,
When fond recollection presents them to view,
The orchard, the meadow, the deep-tangled wild-wood,
And every loved spot which your infancy knew.
Woodworth.
32. To seek the patient fisher's silent stand,
Intent, your angle trembling in your hand;
With looks unmoved to lure the scaly breed,