 | John Milton - 1813 - 270 pàgines
...hath blown his fill, Knding on the russling leases, With minute drops from off the eaves'. i& And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me....arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves', Of pine, or monumental oaU, i'jS Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard... | |
 | James Norris Brewer - 1801 - 1208 pàgines
...thick embowered cave, To arched walks, and twilight groves, And shadows brown, which Sylvan love*, When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring. TBS THE TEMPLE OF CONCORD AND VICTORY is a large handsome building, of an oblong shape, surrounded... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - 366 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves : ' And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke Was never heard... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the russling leaves, ^ ith minute drops from off the eaves. And, Br@ /+ Touched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak,... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 296 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves : And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | John Walker - 1822 - 404 pàgines
...rural solitude is a masterpiece of this kind. Ami when the sun begins to fling His flaring beam? , me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that sylvan loves, OF pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | John Walker - 1823 - 406 pàgines
...expressive of the sense. Milton's description of rural solitude is a masterpiece of this kind. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard,... | |
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And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves... 
