 | Mrs. Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 314 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The... | |
 | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 966 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 страници
...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, Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 страници
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. And shadows d glory. This contrasted by modern Italy ; its valleys, mountains, c are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 страници
...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, Or fright them from their /tallowed haunt. There in close... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 страници
...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, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
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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, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... 
