 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pàgines
...shower still, When the 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, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 pàgines
...usher'd with a shower still, When 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, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 pàgines
...shower still^ When the gust hath blown his Jill', Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling" His flaring beams, me, goddess bringj. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadow brown that sylvan loves,. Of pine, or... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 pàgines
...with a shower still, When the guet hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute d from the body. 2(i Cit. Room for Antony — most noble Antony 1 Ant. Nay, press Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. And shadows brown, that Sylvan love», Of pine,... | |
 | John Milton - 1851 - 508 pàgines
...the guft hath blown his fill, Ending on the ruffling Leaves, With minute drops from offthe Eaves. 130 And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...Goddefs bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved ftroke,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1852 - 424 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... | |
 | 1852 - 874 pàgines
...ushered with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute bark shall soon suffice Without their aid to seal these dying eyes." She ceas'd at goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | John Milton, George Gilfillan - 1853 - 376 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 Sylvan8 loves, Of pine,... | |
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