 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 страници
...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,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental4 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | 1846 - 436 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... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 страници
...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,...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 страници
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, ine skill taught me this, That from everything I saw,...height, Through the meanest object's sight, By the murm ; Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honey 'd thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing,... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 страници
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earb'er season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 страници
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | John Milton - 1848 - 154 страници
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, . With minute drops from off the eaves. EC 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... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 страници
...gust hath blown his fill, Eliding on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. Aud when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...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... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 страници
...immortal mind that hath forsook Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited morn appear, And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan 3 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 страници
...the guet hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute drops from off the eaves. Room for Antony — most noble Antony 1 Ant. Nay,...Ali. Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. If you love», Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs... | |
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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... 
