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...with a shower still When 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...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's...

...with a shower still When 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...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's...

...with a shower still When 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...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their /tallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from...

...shower still, When 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...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...

...with a shower still When 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, me, Goddess, briug To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental...

...piping loud, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And...heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt : There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from...

...with a shower still When 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...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with lieaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There...

...exchanges the stately measures of his immortal Epic for the quicker-beating pulses of the lyric ode: " When the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves ;— There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish...

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