 | John Milton - 1862 - 568 стор.
...••; When the gust hath blown his fill, Li'l ii-'i:; 1C tiding on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring TY> nrch«d walks of twilight groves. POEMS. \nd shadows brown, that Sylvan loves. Of... | |
 | esq Henry Jenkins - 1864 - 800 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... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 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... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 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... | |
 | John William Stanhope Hows - 1866 - 574 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... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1904 - 180 стор.
...shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, iso 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, MS Of pine,... | |
 | 1896 - 728 стор.
...with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, Sw With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddes, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves MS Of pine, or... | |
 | John Matthews Manly - 1907 - 654 стор.
...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... | |
 | 1908 - 464 стор.
...with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, 15 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, 20 And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine,... | |
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Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan... 
