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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... "
The Poetical Works of John Milton - Страница 285
по John Milton - 1834 - 392 страници
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Hausschatz englischer Poesie: Auswahl aus den Werken der bedeutendsten ...

Oskar Ludweg Beruhard Wolff - 1852 - 399 страници
...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...shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from...

THE POETICAL WORKS OF JOHN MILTON.

REV. JOHN MITFORD - 1853
...still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 130 And when the sun begins to fling His...loves Of pine, or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt....

Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical ..., Страница 109, Том 2

John Milton - 1853
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan8 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,...

Milton's Poetical Works: With Life, Critical Dissertation, and ..., Том 2

John Milton, George Gilfillan - 1853
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan8 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,...

Poets of England and America: Being Selections from the Best Authors of Both ...

1853 - 472 страници
...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,...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 them from their...

The Boy's Second Help to Reading: A Selection of Choice Passages from ...

Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 312 страници
...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,...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 them from their...

Gleanings from the Poets: For Home and School

1854 - 430 страници
...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,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, i Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to...

Thirty illustrations of Childe Harold. (Art-union of Lond.).

1855
...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,...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 them from their...

The Complete Poetical Works of John Milton: With Life

John Milton - 1855 - 491 страници
...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,...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 them from their...

Gleanings from the Poets for Home and School

1855
...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,...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 them from their...




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