 | John Milton - 1824 - 468 pàgines
...poet's window, through sweet-briars, honeysuckles, and vines, spreadAnd when the sun begins to»fting His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arched walks...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 Milton - 1824 - 510 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute drops from off tfieeavee. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched w;ilks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 472 pàgines
...Reformation, of gospel truth. " In " a. flaring tire bespeckled her." Pr. W. vol. i. 9. T. Warton. 133. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves.] Thus in Browne's Britannia's Pastorals, now in high reputation, b. ii. s. iv. p. 104. Now wanders Pan... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And bour further arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where... | |
 | Henry Rowe Schoolcraft - 1825 - 486 pàgines
...with a view to reach the uncommonly, beautiful place of encampment selected by our Indian guide — " To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves." 13th. To avoid, as much as possible, the great heats of noon, we left our camp at a very early hour.... | |
 | 1826 - 310 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,...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 Milton - 1826 - 360 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 axe with heased stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 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 rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | John Milton - 1832 - 354 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. iso And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, iss Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pàgines
...from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To archeil 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... | |
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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... 
