...And fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe with heaved flroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by fome brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garifh eye, While the...

...fhadows brown that Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, ] Where the rude ax with heaved flroke Was never heard the Nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt. There in clofe covert by feme brook, Where no profaner eye may look, 140 Hide me from day's garifh eye, While...

...somewhat expressive of the sense. Milton's description of rural solitude is a. master-piece of this kind. And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...brown that sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, \V'here the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from...

...formerly tolled, with intervals of a minute, from the death to the burial of distinguished persons. " And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams,...heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hullow'd haunt; There, 'in close. covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from...

...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...walks of twilight groves , And shadows brown that Sy Ivan loves Of pine or monumental oak , Where the rude ax with heaved stroke daunt, W'as never heard...

...shadows hrown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak. Where the rude axe with heaved stroke K Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them...from their hallow'd haunt. There, in close covert, hy some hrook, Where uo profaner eye may look, Hide me from Day's garish eye, Whi/e the hee with honied...

...are indicative of tranquillity j and dark blue, dark grey, and brown, of sorrow or melancholy : • me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine MILTON'S IL PENSEKOSO. Mellow tones ever associate with the gentle, and sharp ones with violent emotions....

...undisturbed retreat. Often at the calm hour of evening I have wandered through the woods, Where the rude ax with heaved stroke Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd hauntj, The last hymn of the feathered choiristers to the setting sun, and the soft murmurs of the...

...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...brown that Sylvan loves, Of pine or monumental oak, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt, There, in close covert,...

...rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the eaves. And when the sun begins to fling His flarirg beams, me, Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight...Sylvan loves Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude ax, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright them from their hallow'd haunt....