 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,...  The Poetical Works of John Milton - Σελίδα 330των John Milton - 1826Πλήρης προβολή - Σχετικά με αυτό το βιβλίο
 | William Enfield - 1827 - 346 σελίδες
...to hunt, But kerchief'd in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, " • " Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his...Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard, the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829
...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Milton's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or mwumental oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they found beneath a load opprest Of... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington)
...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Uillon's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown thai Sylvan loves, Of pine or mimnmriitiit oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829
...Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight. Hilton' > Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. Milton. Trip no more in twilight ranks. a. When the sun was down, They just arrived by twilight at... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 480 σελίδες
...Attic boy to hunt, But kercheft in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates Rogé - 1832 - 882 σελίδες
...Attic boy to hunt, But kerchiefed in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his...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,... | |
 | John Milton - 1832
...night, Thou sober-suited matron, all in black.' Warton. While rocking winds are piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his...rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. iso And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight... | |
 | 1833
...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,...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke. Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There... | |
 | 1833
...to this point— for she lies "theCynosure of neighbouring eyen." Now, see in hig II Penseroso — " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, tint Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834
...pleasure is ever young, though the path is old. So — — When the sun begins to fling His Oaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, I Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt,... | |
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