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...comely 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...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...

...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...

...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...

...comely 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...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 garish...

...comely 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...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 garish...

...comely 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...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...

...comely 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...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,...

...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...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 garish...

...wiuds are piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower' still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending op the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the...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*...