 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. nce ; Where the rude are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute drops from off the eaves. . [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E X P@w ... &M` QT+ [! Td F / h b zC N-Ι B 8 )g ? n\ Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 strani
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, • Where the rude axe, th no man's ; Hide me from day's garish eye, W hile the bee with honey'd thigh, That at her tíow'ry work doth... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 strani
...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,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 strani
...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,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 strani
...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 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... 
