 | 1806 - 408 стор.
...d with a shower still, When the gust has blown his fill, Endisg on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flarirg beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan... | |
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 стор.
...with a shower still, When 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, me goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 стор.
...with a shower' still, When 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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine or monumental... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 490 стор.
...witti a shower still, When the gust has 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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 стор.
...with a shower still, 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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 стор.
...with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leave?, With minute drops from off the eaves. 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 стор.
...with a shower still, When 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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | Elizabeth Tomkins - 1817 - 276 стор.
...with a shower still, 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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or... | |
 | Ezekiel Sanford - 1819 - 366 стор.
...with a shower still, When 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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | John Aikin - 1820 - 832 стор.
...with a shower still When the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the russling leaves, ^ ith minute 0 "Longman K/+ goddess, bring Touched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
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