 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 str.
...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 flnring beams, me, Goddess bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown that Sylvan... | |
 | Anna Cabot Lowell - 1855 - 452 str.
...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... | |
 | 1855 - 458 str.
...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... | |
 | 1855 - 540 str.
...piping loud, Or usher'd with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. :•...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 Milton - 1855 - 564 str.
...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... | |
 | John Milton - 1855 - 644 str.
...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 To arched walks of twilight groves, His flaring beams, me, goddess, bring And shadows brown, that Sylvan... | |
 | Collection - 1856 - 120 str.
...piping loud : Or usher' d 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 monumental... | |
 | Joseph William Jenks - 1856 - 574 str.
...piping lond, Or ushered with a shower still, When the gust hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling s lawn. The fane conventual there is dimly seen, goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or... | |
 | English poetry - 1857 - 334 str.
...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... | |
 | William Holmes McGuffey - 1858 - 516 str.
...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 arch-ed walks of twilight groves, And shadows 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... 
