 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 strani
...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 490 strani
...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 ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 strani
...blown his nil, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the snn begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring...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 ihl... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leave?, 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling 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... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eavei. 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, Of fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1813 - 270 strani
...gust hath blown his fill, Knding on the russling leases, With minute drops from off the eaves'. i& And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown, that Sylvan loves', Of pine, or monumental oaU, i'jS Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With 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... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 strani
...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... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - 366 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling 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... | |
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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... 
