 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 páginas
...the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute drops from off the eaves. . [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E X P@w ... &M` QT+ [! Td F / h b zC N-Ι B 8 )g ? n\ Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1843 - 364 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,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 páginas
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. nce ; Where the rude are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 páginas
...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, • ߸ ~ ZC 9 ; Hide me from day's garish eye, W hile the bee with honey'd thigh, That at her tíow'ry work doth... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 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,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...When the gust hath blown his f II, 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, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 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,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 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, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 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,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 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, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
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And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown... 
