 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...  Beauties of the Country: Or, Descriptions of Rural Customs, Objects, Scenery ... - Página 13por Thomas Miller - 1837 - 425 páginasVista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 418 páginas
...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 - 878 páginas
...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... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 432 páginas
...Shaktpeare. Let your hope be without vanity, or gairithnea of spirit, but sober, grave, and silent. Taylor. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look. Hide me from day's gairuh eye. tKtion. Fame and glory transport a man out of himself : it makes the mind loose and gairuh,... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 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 hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's... | |
 | John Milton - 1832 - 354 páginas
...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,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, iss Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 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, me, goddess, bring To archeil walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
 | Stowe Bucks - 1832 - 150 páginas
...thy thick embower'd cave, To arched walks, and twilight groves, And shadows brown which sylvan loves, When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring. THE TEMPLE OF CONCORD AND VICTORY, is a large beautiful building, decorated with twenty-eight fluted... | |
 | 1833 - 1032 páginas
...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... | |
 | John Milton - 1834 - 432 páginas
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from oif the eaves. 130 And , when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1834 - 680 páginas
...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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