 | 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,...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 the... | |
 | 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 the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | 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,...groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | 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,...groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard, the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 658 pàgines
...the enthusiasm which Milton owned, when he addressed the pensive inspirer of his earliest strains : When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pàgines
...gust hath blown bis fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And i f dec t n i 'd ama monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Wias never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 670 pàgines
...the enthusiasm which Milton owned, when he addressed the pensive inspirer of his earliest Strains: When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | British anthology - 1824 - 460 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,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rnde axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to dannt, Or fright... | |
 | Nathan Drake (M.D.) - 1824 - 656 pàgines
...the enthusiasm which Milton owned, when he addressed the pensive inspirer of his earliest strains: When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
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And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves... 
