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...Reformation, of gospel truth. " In " a. flaring tire bespeckled her." Pr. W. vol. i. 9. T. Warton. 133. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves.] Thus in Browne's Britannia's Pastorals, now in high reputation, b. ii. s. iv. p. 104. Now wanders Pan...

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...with a view to reach the uncommonly, beautiful place of encampment selected by our Indian guide — " To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves." 13th. To avoid, as much as possible, the great heats of noon, we left our camp at a very early hour....

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...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...hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Wbere no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honey'd thigh. That...

...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Milton's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or mwumental oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they found beneath a load opprest Of...