 | E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 oldal
...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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 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,... | |
 | William Enfield - 1808 - 434 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending op the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 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,... | |
 | British poets - 1809 - 490 oldal
...the gust has 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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak... | |
 | English poetry - 1809 - 302 oldal
...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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak,... | |
 | John Milton - 1810 - 540 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. 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,... | |
 | Alexander Chalmers - 1810 - 560 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eavei. 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,... | |
 | William Hayley - 1810 - 418 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leave?, With minute drops from off the eaves. 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,... | |
 | John Milton - 1813 - 270 oldal
...hath blown his fill, Knding on the russling leases, With minute drops from off the eaves'. i& 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 oaU,... | |
 | Elegant extracts - 1816 - 490 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. 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,... | |
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And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves... 
