...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...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...

...When the sun begins to fling His Oaring beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, I Of pine or...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...

...rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where...Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with hontied thigh, That at her flow'ry work doth sing, And the waters murmuring, With such consort as they...

...rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where...Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her flowery work doth sing, And the waters murmuring With such consort as they...

...occasionally transported him " To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard, the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt." Such are Poussin's Arcadian forest scenes of the primitive ages. We almost incontinently...

...twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never 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...

...twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oake, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never 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...

...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...to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. They are not village folks. They are well off, and without encumbrance, and of noble birth; they are...

...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...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...

...of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves. Of pine, or monumental oak. Where the ntde axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs...daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." A source of great additional interest has been the preparation of the drawings for the illustration...