 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 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... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 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... | |
 | William Dowling - 1857 - 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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 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 arch-ed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 pàgines
...ni'.f. a 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, GcxlGcss, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 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 arrhi'd walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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 Milton - 1861 - 534 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 131 £.' His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown,... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 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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