 | 1909 - عدد الصفحات: 502
...Under the opening eyelids of the Morn, We drove a-field, and both together heard What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the...wheel. Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute; Tempered to the oaten flute Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel From the glad sound would... | |
 | John Milton - 1968 - عدد الصفحات: 232
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 | 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 369
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 | Sherwin Cody - 1905 - عدد الصفحات: 576
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What time the gray-fly winds her sultry horn, Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night ; Oft till the star, that rose at evening bright, Toward heaven's descent had sloped his westering wheel. 
