 | Robert Joseph Sullivan - 1850 - 524 oldal
...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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
 | 1851 - 496 oldal
...universal Pan, Knit, with the graces and the hours in dance, Led on the eternal spring. EVENING EEP03E. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched -walks And shadows ^IONYH, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke,... | |
 | Cyrus R. Edmonds - 1851 - 418 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves With minute drops from off the eaves. 130 And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 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 oake,... | |
 | 1852 - 874 oldal
...gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And, their aid to seal these dying eyes." She ceas'd at once to speak, To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak,... | |
 | Class-book - 1852 - 152 oldal
...the buskin' d stage. Thus, Night, oft see me in thy pale career, Till civil-suited Morn appear. And when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan2 loves Of pine or monumental oak,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 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 - 1853 - 372 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 Sylvan8 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak,... | |
 | John Milton, George Gilfillan - 1853 - 376 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 Sylvan8 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak,... | |
 | Theodore Alors W. Buckley - 1854 - 332 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,... | |
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And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves... 
