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...down on Julian ; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTEE LVI. " 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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...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 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...

...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...