 | 1840 - 372 pàgines
...usher'd 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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1841 - 840 pàgines
...ushered with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute h a!x)ve thy peers. Canst tliou with impious obloquy condemn The just decree of Go goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 pàgines
...with a shower stilt When the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute gt o w < B. [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 pàgines
...ushered with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute r worse to bear Than violence ; goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 pàgines
...ushered 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pàgines
...with a shower still When 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, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 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... | |
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Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan... 
