| 1826 - 310 páginas
...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... | |
| William Enfield - 1827 - 412 páginas
...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...hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Wbere no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honey'd thigh. That... | |
| Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 820 páginas
...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Milton's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or mwumental oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they found beneath a load opprest Of... | |
| Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 418 páginas
...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Uillon's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown thai Sylvan loves, Of pine or mimnmriitiit oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they... | |
| George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 páginas
...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 - 1832 - 354 páginas
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. iso And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, iss Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
| Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...archeil 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 covert by some brook, Where no prot'aner eye may look, Hide me from... | |
| 1833 - 1056 páginas
...to this point— for she lies "theCynosure of neighbouring eyes." Now, see in his 11 Penseroso — " 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... | |
| 1833 - 1032 páginas
...to this point— for she lies "theCynosure of neighbouring eyen." Now, see in hig II Penseroso — " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, tint Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
| John Milton - 1834 - 498 páginas
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 130 And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, uo Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
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