 | British poets - 1822 - 296 pàgines
...with a shower still, When 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, Goddess ! bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pàgines
...with a shower still, When 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, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or... | |
 | British anthology - 1824 - 460 pàgines
...with a shower still, When 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, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1824 - 1062 pàgines
...with a shower still, When the gust hath blown bis fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute hr f iu rs Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pàgines
...with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute t degree, But thinks his neighbour further Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | John Milton - 1826 - 360 pàgines
...with a shower still, When 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 goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | 1826 - 310 pàgines
...usher'dw;th a shower still, "When the 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, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves. Of pine, or... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pàgines
...with a shower still, When 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, Goddess, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 390 pàgines
...with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, Writh minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1836 - 336 pàgines
...still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from oft' the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental... | |
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Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan... 
