 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 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt Or...  Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A ... - Pagina 200door William Hayley - 1810Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pagina’s
...tfieeavee. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched w;ilks of twilight groves, And shadows 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 hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | William Hazlitt - 1825 - 600 pagina’s
...loud, Or ushet'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, in the first degree, But thinks his neighbour further arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where... | |
 | John Milton - 1826 - 360 pagina’s
...loud, Or ushertl 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...Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heased stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There... | |
 | William Enfield - 1827 - 412 pagina’s
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard, the Nymphs to...hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Wbere no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honey'd thigh. That... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 820 pagina’s
...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Milton's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or mwumental oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they found beneath a load opprest Of... | |
 | Thomas Curtis (of Grove house sch, Islington) - 418 pagina’s
...brook ; in memory, Or monument to ages : and thereon Offer sweet-smelling gums. Uillon's Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown thai Sylvan loves, Of pine or mimnmriitiit oak. Milton. In a heap of slain, Two youthful knights they... | |
 | Thomas Curtis - 1829 - 878 pagina’s
...Spring both, the face of brightest heaven had changed To grateful twilight. Hilton' > Paradise Lost. When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. Milton. Trip no more in twilight ranks. a. When the sun was down, They just arrived by twilight at... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - 1830 - 516 pagina’s
...loud, Or 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...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's... | |
 | John Milton - 1832 - 354 pagina’s
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. iso And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, iss Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 pagina’s
...loud, Or 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...to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To archeil walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
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