 | John Aikin - 1843 - 830 sider
...ushered with a shower stilt When the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th _R gt o w < B. [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | English poetry - 1844 - 110 sider
...piping loud, Or ushered 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... | |
 | Joseph Payne - 1845 - 490 sider
...shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops3 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 sider
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 sider
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 sider
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 sider
...with a shower still When the gust hath blown his f II, 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... | |
 | 1846 - 436 sider
...piping loud, Or ushered 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... | |
 | Gem book - 1846 - 398 sider
...piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, 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, me, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or... | |
 | Eliphalet L. Rice - 1846 - 432 sider
...shower still^ When the gust hath blown his Jill', Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling" His flaring beams, me, goddess bringj. To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadow brown that sylvan loves,. Of pine, or... | |
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While rocking winds are piping loud, Or ushered 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... 
