 | J. H. Fowler - 2007 - 312 oldal
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 | Nancy Bogen - 2007 - 426 oldal
...Axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garish eye, WT1ile the Bee with Honied thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing, And the Waters murmuring With... | |
 | Mrs Brightwen - 2007 - 288 oldal
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 | Edward Storr - 2008 - 64 oldal
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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... 
