 | John Bell - 1788 - 628 стор.
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 1 30 And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, 155 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 148 стор.
...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,...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garnish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | John Walker - 1801 - 424 стор.
...somewhat expressive of the sense. Milton's description of rural solitude is a. master-piece of this kind. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, \V'here the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Richard Lovell Edgeworth - 1802 - 152 стор.
...formerly tolled, with intervals of a minute, from the death to the burial of distinguished persons. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...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... | |
 | John Wolcot - 1804 - 180 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | Peter Pindar - 1804 - 180 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | 1806 - 408 стор.
...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...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing,... | |
 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 стор.
...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,...brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt, There, in close covert,... | |
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 стор.
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...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... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 стор.
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending op the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun. begins. .to. fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Of fright them from their... | |
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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... 
