 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 pagina’s
...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,...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honey'd thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1851 - 282 pagina’s
...Ending on the rustling leaves With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fliug His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks...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... | |
 | Cyrus R. Edmonds - 1851 - 418 pagina’s
...the 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,...walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard... | |
 | 1852 - 874 pagina’s
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. thout their aid to seal these dying eyes." She ceas'd...within the tree ; Yet latent life through her new branc Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 pagina’s
...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...shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 pagina’s
...hath the buskin' d stage. Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited Morn appear. And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan2 loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the... | |
 | John Milton - 1853 - 344 pagina’s
...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, HO Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 pagina’s
...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 - 1853 - 372 pagina’s
...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 Sylvan8 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
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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... 
