 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...  Paradise regained. An account of Cowper's writings, relating to Milton. A ... - Page 200by William Hayley - 1810Full view - About this book
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 pages
...shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops3 from off the eaves. And, when the sun begins to fling...And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental4 oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 292 pages
...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, briug To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | 1846 - 436 pages
...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...heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt : There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1846 - 402 pages
...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...pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with lieaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There... | |
 | English fiction - 1846 - 590 pages
...exchanges the stately measures of his immortal Epic for the quicker-beating pulses of the lyric ode: " When the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves ;— There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - American literature - 1846 - 432 pages
...shower still^ When the gust hath blown his Jill', Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling" His flaring beams, me, goddess bringj. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadow brown that sylvan loves,. Of pine, or monumental... | |
 | John Milton - 1847 - 604 pages
...loud; Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust had blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And, when the...the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard thfe nyirtphs to daunt, Or fright them, from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close covert, by some... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 216 pages
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
 | Book - English poetry - 1847 - 206 pages
...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earb'er season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard... | |
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