 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,...  Comus: A Mask: Presented at Ludlow Castle 1634, Before the Earl of ... - Síða 122eftir John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 124 síðurHeildartexta - Um bókina
 | John Milton - 1707 - 480 síður
...fliadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved ftroke* Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no prophaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garifli eye, While... | |
 | John Milton - 1713 - 454 síður
...arched walks of twilight groves, And fltadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Fine, or monumenral Oake, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunr. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garift... | |
 | John Dryden - 1716 - 424 síður
...Shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumenral Oake, V'here the rude Ax with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's gari(h eie, While the... | |
 | John Milton - 1753 - 374 síður
...fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, i35 Where the rude ax with heaved ftroke WTas never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in dole covert by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may lock, HWe me from day's garifh eye, While the... | |
 | Art - 1762 - 290 síður
...begins to ffing His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heavy ftroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt... | |
 | John Newbery - 1762 - 292 síður
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And madows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental, oak, Where the rude ax .with- heavy fIroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt... | |
 | Oliver Goldsmith - 1767 - 288 síður
...fhadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved ftroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in clofe covert, by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garim eye, While the... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 358 síður
...And madows brown that Sylvan loves Of 'pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved ftroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome brook, Hide roe from day's garifh eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at... | |
 | Samuel Johnson - 1779 - 320 síður
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved Broke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | 1780 - 226 síður
...of twilight groves, SELECT POEMS. Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved ftroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garilh eye, While the... | |
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