 | Robert Chambers - 1847 - 712 стор.
...Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling HU she blasteth, Tell favour how she falters. Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1848 - 154 стор.
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, . With minute drops from off the eaves. EC 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... | |
 | George Croly - 1849 - 416 стор.
...gust hath blown his fill, Eliding on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. Aud 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 their... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1849 - 708 стор.
...the guet hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves. With minute drops from off the eaves. Room for Antony — most noble Antony 1 Ant. Nay,...Ali. Stand back ! room ! bear back ! Ant. If you love», Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs... | |
 | Frederick Charles Cook - 1849 - 144 стор.
...immortal mind that hath forsook Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited morn appear, And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan 3 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs... | |
 | John Milton - 1850 - 704 стор.
...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...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 стор.
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, Wiih minute drops from off the caves. 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... | |
 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 стор.
...meant than meets the ear. Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited Morn appear. 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1850 - 710 стор.
...Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to nine ve, then the breasts of his wife are pleasant as the...her eyes arc fair as the light of heaven ; she is Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | William Enfield, James Pycroft - 1851 - 422 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,...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honey'd thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing,... | |
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And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves... 
