 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 ... - Page 122by John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 124 pagesFull view - About this book
 | John Milton - 1926 - 360 pages
...shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of Pine, or monumental Oake, Where the rude Ax with heaved slroke, Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them...from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by som Brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garish eie, MILTON LED BY MELANCHOLY... | |
 | John Milton - Poetry - 1994 - 630 pages
...flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan77 loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude...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, 140 Hide me... | |
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