 | Elizabeth Strutt - 1807 - 274 стор.
...were doomed to bend. bend. All the consolation he could receive was, that their venerable shades, " Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never...nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunti;" had hitherto been spared for the future interest of his son; and that the same motive now... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 стор.
...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,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Of fright them from their... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 490 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 512 стор.
...blown his nil, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the snn begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring...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 ihl... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 стор.
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eavei. And, when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Of fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 стор.
...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,...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... | |
 | John Walker - 1811 - 568 стор.
...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...to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. If there are any allusions to the eopiary art in Arcades, they were intended as a compliment to his... | |
 | G. Paterson - 1811 - 648 стор.
...find an undisturbed retreat. Often at the calm hour of evening I have wandered through the wood:,, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard...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... | |
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And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves... 
