 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 Poetical Works of John Milton: With Life - Side 377af John Milton - 1881 - 491 siderFuld visning - Om denne bog
 | John Bell - 1788 - 628 sider
...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 sider
...cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute...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... | |
 | John Walker - 1801 - 424 sider
...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 sider
...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 sider
...cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud ; Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute...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 sider
...cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud ; Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute...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 - 1804 - 418 sider
...cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud , Or usher'd with a shower still , When the gust hath blown his fill , Ending on the rustling leaves , With minute...walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sy Ivan loves Of pine or monumental oak , Where the rude ax with heaved stroke daunt, W'as never heard... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 sider
...cloud, While rocking winds are piping loud; Or usher'd with a shower still, When'the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute...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,... | |
 | 1806 - 408 sider
...rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flarirg beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight...Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 sider
...piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And...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... | |
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