 | Leigh Hunt - English periodicals - 1834 - 680 pages
...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...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look. Hide me from day's garish eye, White the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 336 pages
...To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where the rude ax 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 honied thigh, That at her flowry work doth sing,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - English poetry - 1836 - 390 pages
...To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where the rude ax 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 honied thigh, That at her flowry work doth sing,... | |
 | Thomas Miller - Country life - 1837 - 466 pages
...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,...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 - 1838 - 496 pages
...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,...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 their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | John Milton - 1839 - 496 pages
...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,...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 their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | English poetry - 1840 - 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... | |
 | John Aikin - English poetry - 1841 - 840 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. tliou with impious obloquy condemn The just decree of God, pronounc'd Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was uever heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Book - 1841 - 164 pages
...sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. HILTON. JWrattatiott. 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... | |
 | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 966 pages
...down on Julian; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTER 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... | |
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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... 
