...minute-drops from off the eaves : And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, briug To arched walks of twilight groves, And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heavid stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright...

...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,...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 fright...

...the gust has 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,...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 fright...

...exchanges the stately measures of his immortal Epic for the quicker-beating pulses of the lyric ode: " When the Sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...Goddess, bring To arched walks of twilight groves ;— There, in close covert, by some brook, Where no profaner eye may look, Hide me from day's garish...

...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earb'er season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard...

...to bind the sheaves ; Or, if the earlier season lead, To the tann'd haycock in the mead. MEDITATION. WHEN the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...twilight groves, And shadows brown, that sylvan loves, 26 MEDITATION. Of pine or monumental oak ; Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard...

...Ending on the rustling leaves, With minute drops from off the caves. And when the sun begins to fling HU she blasteth, Tell favour how she falters. monumental oak, Where the rude axe, with heaved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt, Or fright...

...hath blown his fill, Ending on the rustling leaves, . With minute drops from off the eaves. EC And when the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me,...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 fright...

...aud with a sensation of delicious coolness, upon coverts as shady as any described in the Penseroso, arched walks of twilight groves, ,And shadows brown, that Sylvan loves, Of pine, or monumental oak, Where the rude nxe with henved stroke, Was never heard the nymphs to daunt Or fright...

...thick embower' d cave, To arched walks, and twilight groves, And shadows brown which sylvan loves, When the sun begins to fling His flaring beams, me, Goddess, bring." This Grotto has been the scene of royal hospitality on more than one occasion. Horace Walpole describes...