 | British poets - 1822 - 296 pages
...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Silvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing,... | |
 | John Walker - Elocution - 1822 - 404 pages
...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...covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's, garish eye, While the bee, with honey'd thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing,... | |
 | John Walker - Elocution - 1823 - 406 pages
...somewhat expressive of the sense. Milton's description of rural solitude is a masterpiece of this kind. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | William Enfield - 1823 - 412 pages
...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,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard, the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 468 pages
...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,...covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, 155 140 ing, as we have seen, over... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 1062 pages
...the gust hath blown bis fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. rot i f dec t n i 'd ama Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Wias never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | British anthology - 1824 - 460 pages
...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,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rnde axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to dannt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Nathan Drake (M.D.) - 1824 - 656 pages
...the enthusiasm which Milton owned, when he addressed the pensive inspirer of his earliest strains: When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | John Milton - 1824 - 472 pages
...lark bade good-morrow at the poet's window, through sweet-briars, honeysuckles, and vines, spreadAnd when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me...brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 658 pages
...the enthusiasm which Milton owned, when he addressed the pensive inspirer of his earliest strains : When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their... | |
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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... 
