...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops3 from off the eaves. And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental4 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright...

...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...

...When the gust has 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...

...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with lieaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the hee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,...

...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earb'er season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard...

...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard...

...Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling HU she blasteth, Tell favour how she falters. Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their...

...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, . With minute drops from off the eaves. EC 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...

...gust hath blown his fill, Eliding on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. Aud when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...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...

...the guet hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute drops from off the eaves. Room for Antony — most noble Antony 1 Ant. Nay,...Ali. Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. If you love», Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs...