 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...  The Complete Poetical Works of John Milton - Página 29por John Milton - 1924 - 419 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | John Bell - 1788 - 628 páginas
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 1 30 And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, 155 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 148 páginas
...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,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt; There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's... | |
 | John Walker - 1801 - 424 páginas
...somewhat expressive of the sense. Milton's description of rural solitude is a. master-piece of this kind. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, \V'here the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth - 1802 - 152 páginas
...formerly tolled, with intervals of a minute, from the death to the burial of distinguished persons. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hullow'd haunt; There, 'in close. covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from... | |
 | Peter Pindar - 1804 - 180 páginas
...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,...heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt,, There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from... | |
 | John Wolcot - 1804 - 180 páginas
...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,...heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 páginas
...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, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt, There, in close covert,... | |
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 páginas
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt, There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 páginas
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending op the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun. begins. .to. fling His flaring beams,...Sylvan loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Of fright them from their hallow'd haunt*... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 páginas
...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,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in- close covert, by some brook, Hide me from day's. garish eye, While the bee,... | |
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