 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 oldal
...piping, 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 sun begins to fling His flnring beams, me, Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 oldal
...piping 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 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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 oldal
...piping 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 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... | |
 | 1855 - 540 oldal
...piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. :•...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... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 564 oldal
...piping 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 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... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 644 oldal
...piping 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 sun begins to fling To arched walks of twilight groves, His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring And shadows brown, that Sylvan... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 oldal
...piping loud : Or usher' d 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 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... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 oldal
...piping lond, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling s lawn. The fane conventual there is dimly seen, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 oldal
...piping 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 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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 oldal
...piping 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 sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring To arch-ed walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or... | |
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While rocking winds are piping 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 sun begins to fling... 
