 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,...  The Matchmaker: A Novel - Page 68by Mrs. Gordon Smythies - 1842Full view - About this book
 | John Milton - 1807 - 434 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt, There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's... | |
 | Elizabeth Strutt - 1807 - 274 pages
...were doomed to bend. bend. All the consolation he could receive was, that their venerable shades, " Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunti;" had hitherto been spared for the future interest of his son; and that the same motive... | |
 | Young gentleman - 1807 - 314 pages
...(hadows hrown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved ftrokf, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hatlow'd haunt. There in clofe covert, hy fome hrook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from... | |
 | William Enfield - Elocution - 1808 - 434 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending op the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun. begins. .to. fling His flaring beams,...Sylvan loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Of fright them from their hallow'd haunt*... | |
 | English poetry - English poetry - 1809 - 302 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,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There, in- close covert, by some brook, Hide me from day's. garish eye, While the bee,... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 490 pages
...When the gust has 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,...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 hallow'd haunt;... | |
 | Anecdotes - 1809 - 562 pages
...which entertains him is perfectly free from artificial decoration. Our poet's pensive man retreats To arched walks of twilight groves^ And shadows brown...heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt. If there are any allusions to the topiary art in Arcades, they were intended as a compliment to his... | |
 | British poets - English poetry - 1809 - 512 pages
...blown his nil, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the snn begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring...loves, Of pine, or monumental oak : Where the rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from ihl ir hallow'd haunt;... | |
 | John Pinkerton - Voyages and travels - 1809 - 946 pages
...begins to fling His flaming beams me, goddcfs bring To arched walks of twilight grove«, And fliadowj brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved (Iroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt." By Salvator... | |
 | William Hayley - Poets, English - 1810 - 418 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the russling leave?, With minute drops from off the eaves. And, when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's... | |
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