 | John Milton - 1855 - 64 страници
...blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves, II. 1'EN'SEROSO. 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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 страници
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. - Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Eagles - 1856 - 416 страници
...this point — for she lies " the Cynosure of neighbouring eyes." Now, see in his II Penseroso — " 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... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 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... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 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... | |
 | William Dowling - 1857 - 412 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... | |
 | 1858 - 460 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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 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 ax, with heav-ed stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1948 - 170 страници
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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... 
