 | British poets - 1809 - 490 sivua
...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 ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt;... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 sivua
...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, Of fright them from their hallow'd hmltt. There in close... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 sivua
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 sivua
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | John Walker - 1811 - 568 sivua
...artificial decoration. Our poet's pensive man retreats 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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 sivua
...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 fright them from their hallow 'd hauntThere in close... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 sivua
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - 366 sivua
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | John Walker - 1822 - 404 sivua
...begins to fling His flaring beam? , 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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in close... | |
 | British poets - 1822 - 296 sivua
...flaring beams, me, Goddess ! bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan 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 hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
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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, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... 
