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...
Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A ... - الصفحة 200
بواسطة William Hayley - 1810
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