| John Milton - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 508
...minute drops from offthe Eaves. 130 And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddefs bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
| William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 422
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
| 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 874
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows thin the tree ; Yet latent life through her new branches reign'd, And long the plant stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
| John Milton - 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 424
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close... | |
| Alphonso Gerald Newcomer, Alice Ebba Andrews - 1910 - عدد الصفحات: 778
...flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan3' ld stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close... | |
| 1911 - عدد الصفحات: 784
...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 fright them from their hallowed haunt. There, in close... | |
| William Henry Hudson - 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 198
...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 fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close... | |
| Percy Adams Hutchinson - 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 572
...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 fright them from their hallowed haunt. There, in close... | |
| 1912 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...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 Ax with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt.... | |
| Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - عدد الصفحات: 952
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows ath blown, That host on the morrow lay wither'd and strown. For the Angel of Death stroke Wis never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There, in close... | |
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