 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 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt,...  The Poetical Works of John Milton - Страница 330по John Milton - 1826Пълен достъп - Информация за книгата
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 страници
...minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling Hi» flaring beams, rnc, (ioddess, ricot and woolly peach Hang on thy walls that every...walls be of the country stone, They're rcar'd with n heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt There... | |
 | 1913 - 878 страници
...dreams and fairy music; or the Joys of a spring dawn whether rising in wind and cloud, "Or nsher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his...rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves." In a word, the mood of II Penseroso Is no less perfectly sensuous than that of L' Allegro. These two... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...with a shower still When the gust hath blown his f II, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute-drops from off the eaves: And when the sun begins to fling...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 страници
...Attic boy2 to hunt, But kerchiefed in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When 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, me, Goddess, bring... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 страници
...and frounc'd as she was wont With the Attic boy to hunt, But kercheft in a comely cloud, Or 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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...Attic boy to hunt, But kercheft in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...and frounc'd as she was wont With the Attic boy to hunt, But kercheft in a comely cloud, Or 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 страници
...Attic boy to hunt, But kercheft in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping louil. Or 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,... | |
 | 1846 - 436 страници
...Attic boy to hunt, But kerchiefed in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt : There,... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 страници
...comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust has blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There... | |
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