| Vicesimus Knox - 1796 - 476 pages
...Ending on the ruftling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the fun begins to Hing His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And ihadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved ftroke Was... | |
| John Milton, Thomas Warton - 1799 - 148 pages
...with a shower still, When 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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And'shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
| Samuel Johnson - 1800 - 842 pages
...hit fill, Ending on the rufsling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. 130 And when the fun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, ] Where the rude ax with heaved flroke... | |
| Apollo - 1800 - 224 pages
...Ending on the ruftling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the fun begins to ffing His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring, To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved flroke Was... | |
| William Butler - 1803 - 434 pages
...The word Twilight is fometimes employed in poetry to denote obfcurity or deeply {haded : When the fun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves. MILTON. Poetically, morning twilight is defignated under the title of AURORA, the goddefs of the morning,... | |
| William Enfield - 1804 - 418 pages
...with a shower still , When 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 , me , Goddess , bring To arched walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sy Ivan loves Of pine... | |
| Peter Pindar - 1804 - 180 pages
...with a shower still, When 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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
| John Wolcot - 1804 - 180 pages
...with a shower still, When 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, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight .groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
| William Enfield - 1805 - 456 pages
...on the ruftling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the fun begins to fling Kis flaring beams, me, Goddefs, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And fhadows brown tfyat Sylvan loves Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude ax with heaved ftroke Was... | |
| E Tomkins - 1806 - 280 pages
...with a shower still, When'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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or... | |
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