 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 pàgines
...minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, briug To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heavid stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pàgines
...the gust has 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 heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | 1846 - 590 pàgines
...exchanges the stately measures of his immortal Epic for the quicker-beating pulses of the lyric ode: " When the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves ;— There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 pàgines
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earb'er season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 pàgines
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 pàgines
...Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling HU she blasteth, Tell favour how she falters. monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | John Milton - 1848 - 154 pàgines
...hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, . With minute drops from off the eaves. EC 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... | |
 | 1851 - 824 pàgines
...aud with a sensation of delicious coolness, upon coverts as shady as any described in the Penseroso, arched walks of twilight groves, ,And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude nxe with henved 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... 
