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 fright... Cowley. Denham. Milton. Butler. Rochester. Roscommon. Otway. Waller. Pomfret ... - Сторінка 130 редактори - 1800 Повний перегляд -
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