 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 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... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 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 monumental... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 стор.
...ushered 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 Dowling - 1857 - 412 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 Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 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 arch-ed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 стор.
...ni'.f. a shower still When the gust hath blown his Jill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, GcxlGcss, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1859 - 420 стор.
...still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from oft" the. eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arrhi'd walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 стор.
...usher'd 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1861 - 534 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 131 £.' His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown,... | |
 | English poets - 1862 - 626 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... | |
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