 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 29by John Milton - 1924 - 419 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1854 - 456 pages
...beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, i Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with...: There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 564 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 profanor eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 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,...: There, in close covert, by some brook. Where no profaner eye may look. Hide me from day^s garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her... | |
 | 1855 - 458 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,...: There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish eye, While the bee with honeyed thigh, That at her... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 64 pages
...blown his fill. Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves, II. 1'EN'SEROSO. 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... | |
 | 1855 - 540 pages
...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. г There, in close covert by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 644 pages
...when the sun begins to fling To arched walks of twilight groves, His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or...to daunt, Or fright them from their hallowed haunt. Where no profaner eye may look, There in close covert by some brook, While the bee with honeyed thigh,... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 578 pages
...the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. - profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garbh eye, While the bee, with honeyed thigh, That at her... | |
 | John Eagles - 1856 - 416 pages
...this point — for she lies " the Cynosure of neighbouring eyes." Now, see in his II Penseroso — " 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 honeyed thigh, That at her... | |
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