 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 стор.
...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 covert, by some brook, Hide me from day's. garish eye, While the bee, with honied thigh, That... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 490 стор.
...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 hallow'd haunt; There in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye ; While... | |
 | John Pinkerton - 1809 - 946 стор.
...fliadowj brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved (Iroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt." By Salvator Rofa, the well-known picture of the Prodigal Son from the Houghton collection, Democritus... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 стор.
...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 covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 стор.
...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 covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the... | |
 | John Walker - 1811 - 554 стор.
...And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved strok* Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are any alhisions to-the topiary art vhAtcadts, they were intended as-a compliment to his... | |
 | G. Paterson - 1811 - 648 стор.
...the calm hour of evening I have wandered through the wood:,, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunts. " The tast hymn of the feathered choiristers to the setting sun, and the soft murmurs of the... | |
 | John Milton - 1813 - 270 стор.
...brown, that Sylvan loves', Of pine, or monumental oaU, i'jS 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 covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, J40 Hide me ftom... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 588 стор.
...shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. Cj There in close covert by some brook, Where noprofaned eye may look, 140 Hide me... | |
 | Robert Deverell - 1813 - 596 стор.
...shadows brown that Sylvan loves Ofpine, or monumental oak, 13 £ Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaned eye may look, 140 Hide me from... | |
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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 Of Pine, or monumental Oak, Where the rude Axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright... 
