 | John Milton - 1851 - 508 страници
...minute drops from offthe Eaves. 130 And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddefs bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 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... | |
 | 1852 - 874 страници
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows thin the tree ; Yet latent life through her new branches reign'd, And long the plant stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | John Milton - 1852 - 424 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... | |
 | Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - 778 страници
...flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan3' ld stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close... | |
 | 1911 - 784 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... | |
 | William Henry Hudson - 1912 - 198 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... | |
 | Percy Adams Hutchinson - 1912 - 572 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... | |
 | 1912 - 440 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 Ax with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 страници
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows ath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death stroke Wis never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed 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... 
