 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And, monumental oak, Where the rude are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute drops from off the eaves. And. \B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E X P@w ... k Ҙ? r H &M` QT+ [! Td F / h b zC N-Ι B 8 monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 pàgines
...minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling Hi» flaring beams, rnc, (ioddess, ricot and woolly peach Hang on thy walls that every child may reach. And though thy walls b monumental oak, • Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...the 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pàgines
...the gust hath blown his f II, 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pàgines
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops3 from off the eaves. And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental4 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pàgines
...the 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... | |
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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... 
