 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, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or...  The complete poetical works of John Milton. With life of the author; and dr ...por John Milton - 1870 - 372 páginasSin vista previa disponible - Acerca de este libro
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 páginas
...comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With...to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To archeil walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
 | 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,...nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish... | |
 | John Milton - 1834 - 432 páginas
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from oif the eaves. 130 And , when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | 1836 - 558 páginas
...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,...heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's... | |
 | Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 páginas
...low-voiced dove : Oh leave your towns, and go with me Under the shady greenwood tree ! TM THE COUNTRY. " And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look. Hide me from day's garish... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - 1859 - 672 páginas
...sentiment and make love in the most genteel fashion and the best French, pacing with airy footfall the arched walks of twilight groves And shadows brown...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. They are not village folks. They are well off, and without encumbrance, and of noble... | |
 | John Milton - 1838 - 496 páginas
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. iao And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | John Milton - 1839 - 496 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, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840 - 372 páginas
...comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With...nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garish... | |
 | John Aikin - 1841 - 840 páginas
...comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still When the gust hath d, least of all from thoe, ingrate, In place thyself...obloquy condemn The just decree of God, pronounc'd uever heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt There in close covert by... | |
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