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...though the path is old. So — — 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 monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt,...

...species of painting which is here under observation: whence his Muse 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...

...— Something browner than Judas's. And in the following it is accorded with shade, black, &c. : — To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak. MILTON'S LYCIDAS. Not that our heads are, Some brown, some black, some auburn,...

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...greenwood tree ! TM THE COUNTRY. " 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,...

...rocking winds are piping loud ; And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess f bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves — Of pine or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heavy stroke, Was never hoard the nymphs to...

...drops from off the eaves. iso 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, 135 Where the rude axe with heaved stroke Was never heard the Nymphs to...

...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 monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt,...

...minute drops from off the eaves. And. when the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring f secrets, then Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was uever heard the nymphs to daunt,...