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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... "
The Complete Poetical Works of John Milton - Page 29
by John Milton - 1924 - 419 pages
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The matchmaker, by the author of 'Cousin Geoffrey'.

Harriet Maria Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 966 pages
...down on Julian; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTER LVI. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The morning came, bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest; the sun glared in upon...
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The Matchmaker: A Novel, Volume 3

Mrs. Gordon Smythies - 1842 - 314 pages
...down on Julian ; which, however, he could not achieve, till he had mounted his phaeton. CHAPTEE LVI. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt." MILTON. The morning came, bright as it so often is when the heart is saddest ; the sun glared in upon...
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The Poetical Works of John Milton, Volumes 1-2

John Milton - 1849 - 838 pages
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The Poetical Works of John Milton: With a Memoir, and Critical ..., Volume 2

John Milton - 1843 - 364 pages
...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,...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...
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Select Works of the British Poets, in a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1843 - 830 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, F.-xling on the rustling leaves, W;th minute drops from off the eaves. . [.\B ۳ C %*, n ھK K g!s : + Q k E X P@w ...C N-Ι B 8 )g ? n\ ly ƕ Y>L m߁ < | ><+ѫ K ^ Wsa never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in close covert...
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Select Works of the British Poets: In a Chronological Series from Ben Jonson ...

John Aikin - 1843 - 826 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. nce ; are, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt....
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English poetry, for use in the schools of the Collegiate institution ...

English poetry - 1844 - 110 pages
...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,...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...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volume 1

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 692 pages
...minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling Hi» flaring beams, rnc, (ioddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows...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...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 pages
...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,...haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her...
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Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pages
...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,...haunt. There in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honied thigh, That at her...
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