 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1824 - 1062 pages
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows rieves my heart to see thee thus: Be comforted, relief is near ; F axe with heaved stroke Wias never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 670 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt... | |
 | Nathan Drake - 1824 - 658 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt... | |
 | William Hazlitt - English poetry - 1825 - 600 pages
...begins to fling His flaring beams, me Goddess bring To arehed walks of twilight groves, And shadows iekens, even if a friend prevail, Whieh merit and sueeess pursues axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, ( )r fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | English poetry - 1826 - 310 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | John Milton - 1826 - 360 pages
...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 heased stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | George Barrell Cheever - American poetry - 1830 - 516 pages
...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 fright them from their hallowed haunt.... | |
 | Scotland - 1833 - 1056 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | Thomas Miller - Country life - 1837 - 466 pages
...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 fright them from their hallow'd haunt.... | |
 | Charles Dickens, William Harrison Ainsworth, Albert Smith - Literature - 1859 - 672 pages
...fashion and the best French, pacing with airy footfall the 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 fright them from their hallowed haunt.... | |
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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, Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright... 
