...to in this line; the streaks of pale shadows and spots of the same around it, forming the kerchief To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. Cj There in close covert by some brook, Where noprofaned eye may look, 140 Hide me...

...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Ofpine, or monumental oak, 13 £ Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaned eye may look, 140 Hide me from...

...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. If there are any allusions to the topiary art in Arcades, they were intended as a...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,...

...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,...walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the...

...rural solitude is a masterpiece of this kind. Ami when the sun begins to fling His flaring beam? , me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves,...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...

...somewhat expressive of the sense. Milton's description of rural solitude is a masterpiece of this kind. 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...