 | Book - 1841 - 164 стор.
...sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. HILTON. JWrattatiott. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...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... | |
 | Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 966 стор.
...down on Julian; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTER LVI. " 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... | |
 | Mrs. Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 314 стор.
...down on Julian ; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTEE LVI. " 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 Milton - 1843 - 364 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... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 стор.
...the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute drops from off the eaves. . [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E X P@w ... &M` QT+ [! Td F / h b zC N-Ι B 8 )g ? n\ Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Aikin - 1843 - 826 стор.
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. nce ; Where the rude are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 стор.
...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, • ߸ ~ ZC 9 ; Hide me from day's garish eye, W hile the bee with honey'd thigh, That at her tíow'ry work doth... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 стор.
...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,...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... | |
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And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves... 
