 | John Milton, George Gilfillan - 1853 - 376 strani
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan8 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 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... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 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... | |
 | 1854 - 456 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,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, i Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to... | |
 | 1855 - 540 strani
...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 Milton - 1855 - 564 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... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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 Milton - 1855 - 64 strani
...blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves, II. 1'EN'SEROSO. 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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 strani
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. - 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... 
