 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...  Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A ... - Página 200por William Hayley - 1810Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...with a shower still 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...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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 páginas
...shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops3 from off the eaves. And, when the sun begins to fling...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental4 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 292 páginas
...with a shower still 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, me, Goddess, briug To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | 1846 - 436 páginas
...loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1846 - 402 páginas
...with a shower still 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...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with lieaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There... | |
 | 1846 - 590 páginas
...exchanges the stately measures of his immortal Epic for the quicker-beating pulses of the lyric ode: " When the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves ;— There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 páginas
...shower still^ When the gust hath blown his Jill', Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling" His flaring beams, me, goddess bringj. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadow brown that sylvan loves,. Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | John Milton - 1847 - 604 páginas
...loud; Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust had blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And, when the...the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard thfe nyirtphs to daunt, Or fright them, from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close covert, by some... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 216 páginas
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | Book - 1847 - 206 páginas
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earb'er season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
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