34. The roar Of _ocean's_ everlasting surges, Tumbling upon the beach's hard-beat floor, Or sliding backward to the shore, To meet the landward wave, and slowly plunge once more. J. R. LOWELL. 35. The _rivulet_, which Sending glad sounds, and tripping o'er its bed Of pebbly sands, or leaping down the rocks, Seems, with continuous laughter, to rejoice In its own being. W. C. BRYANT. 36. _A damsel singing to herself_ _A song of love by snatches_; breaking off If but a flower, an insect on the wing Please for an instant, then as carelessly The strain resuming. ROGERS--_Italy._ 37. The sound of the _church-going bell_, When it bursts on the ear with its full, rich swell. MISS M. DAVIDSON. 38. The brisk, awakening _viol_, Whose sweet, entrancing voice you love the best. COLLINS. 39. The _blackbird's merry chant_. Bold plunderer! How sweet to hear his mellow burst of song Float from his watch-place on the mossy tree, Close at the cornfield's edge! J. MCLELLAN. 40. The sound of music at even-fall, Filling the heart With a flow of thought and feeling sweet, When _lips that we love_ breathe forth the song. LOUISA P. SMITH. 41. The harp Eolian; Faintly at first it begins, scarce heard, and gentle its rising, Low as the softest breath that passes at summer evening; Then, as it swells and mounts up, the thrilling melody deepens, Till a mightier, holier virtue comes with its powerful tone. SOUTHEY. 42. The chirp of _birds_, blithe _voices_, lowing _kine_, The dash of _waters_, _reed_, or rustic _pipe_, Blent with the dulcet, distance-mellow'd _bell_. HILLHOUSE. 43. A _song of love and jollitye_, To drive away dull melancholy. SPENSER. 44. _Preluding low_, soft notes that faint and tremble, Swelling, awakening, dying, plaining deep; While such sensations in the soul assemble, As make it pleasant to the eyes to weep. MRS. MARIA BROOKS. 45. _Song of maids_ beneath the moon, With fairy _laughter_ blent. W. C. BRYANT. 46. To hear the glorious swell Of chanted psalm and prayer, And the deep _organ's_ bursting heart Throb through the shivering air. J. R. LOWELL. 47. A noise like of a _hidden brook_, In the leafy month of June, That to the sleeping woods all night Singeth a quiet tune. COLERIDGE.