...species of painting which is here under observation: whence his Muse occasionally transported him " To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard, the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their...

...— Something browner than Judas's. And in the following it is accorded with shade, black, &c. : — To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak. MILTON'S LYCIDAS. Not that our heads are, Some brown, some black, some auburn, and some bald, But that...

...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, Writh minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where...

...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from oft' the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where...

...sentiment and make love in the most genteel fashion and the best French, pacing with airy footfall the arched walks of twilight groves And shadows brown...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. They are not village folks. They are well off, and without encumbrance, and of noble...

..."fancy free" " By the rushy-fringed bank \V lu-rr grows the willow and i In- osier dunk ; " and, anon, " To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown,...sylvan loves. Of pine, or monumental oak. Where the ntde axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed...

...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,...brown that Sylvan 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...

...With the Attic boy to hunt, But 'kerchiefd in a comely cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud ; And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess f bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves — Of pine or monumental...

...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 and beautiful building, decorated with twentyeight fluted...

...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, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from...