 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 страници
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, Wiih minute drops from off the caves. 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 Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 страници
...meant than meets the ear. Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited Morn appear. 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... | |
 | 1851 - 496 страници
...me, Goddess, bring To arched -walks And shadows ^IONYH, 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 honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 страници
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan 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 honey'd thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing,... | |
 | Cyrus R. Edmonds - 1851 - 418 страници
...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...walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard... | |
 | 1852 - 874 страници
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. thout their aid to seal these dying eyes." She ceas'd...within the tree ; Yet latent life through her new branc Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 страници
...twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan2 loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt,...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,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1853 - 344 страници
...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.... | |
 | John Milton - 1853 - 372 страници
...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,... | |
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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... 
