|Grocott & Ward, comps. Grocotts Familiar Quotations, 6th ed. 189-?.|
|Ah, happy hills! ah, pleasing shade!|
Ah, fields beloved in vain!
Where once my careless childhood strayd,
A stranger yet to pain.
I feel the gales that from ye blow
A momentary bliss bestow,
As, waving fresh their gladsome wing,
My weary soul they seem to smooth,
And, redolent of joy and youth,
To breathe a second spring.
Gray.Prospect of Eton College, Stanza 2.
|And bees their honey redolent of spring.|
Dryden.Fable on the Pythagorean System.