...His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched -walks And shadows ^IONYH, 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 honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...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...

...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, 135 Of pine and 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, 140 Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me...

...Spenser and Shakespeare. The ' I ' figures in these poems are consciously immature and developing: And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves. Penseroso 131 But 1Sth-century poets took on the stance of il penseroso without any sense of its limitations...

...shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved slroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them...from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by som Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garish eie, MILTON LED BY MELANCHOLY...

...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rusding 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 Sylvan77 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the...

...omitted in his adaptation of the passage in L' Allegro. In II Penseroso the speaker asks that . . . when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me...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...