 | Mrs. Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 314 pages
...down on Julian ; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTEE LVI. " 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 - 1843 - 364 pages
...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 - 1849 - 838 pages
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 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 826 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. nce ; Where the rude are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1843 - 830 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute drops from off the eaves. . [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E X P@w ... &M` QT+ [! Td F / h b zC N-Ι B 8 )g ? n\ Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 pages
...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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - American literature - 1844 - 692 pages
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, • Where the rude axe, th no man's ; Hide me from day's garish eye, W hile the bee with honey'd thigh, That at her tíow'ry work doth... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 280 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 372 pages
...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... | |
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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 that Sylvan loves... 
