...shower still^ When the gust hath blown his Jill', Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling" His flaring beams, me, goddess bringj. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadow brown that sylvan loves,. Of pine, or monumental...

...loud; Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust had blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And, when the...the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard thfe nyirtphs to daunt, Or fright them, from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close covert, by some...

...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...

...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...

...aud with a sensation of delicious coolness, upon coverts as shady as any described in the Penseroso, arched walks of twilight groves, ,And shadows brown,...loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude nxe with henved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt....

...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,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed hauuU There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's...

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...loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the guet hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves. hearse, stand from the body. 2(i Cit. Room for Antony...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...

...immortal mind that hath forsook Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited morn appear, And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan 3 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs...

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