 | John Walker - Elocution - 1823 - 406 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in close... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pages
...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 ax with heaved stroke Was never heard, the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 670 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in close... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 468 pages
...begins to»fting 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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 658 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in close... | |
 | Nathan Drake (M.D.) - 1824 - 656 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt ; There in close... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 1062 pages
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows rieves my heart to see thee thus: Be comforted, relief is near ; For all your frie stroke Wias never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 510 pages
...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 - English poetry - 1825 - 600 pages
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows iekens, even if a friend prevail, Whieh merit and sueeess pursues with hate, And d stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, ( )r fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in elose... | |
 | English poetry - 1826 - 310 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close... | |
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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 fright... 
