 Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd...  The Library of Poetry and Song - Pagina 317geredigeerd door - 1925 - 1100 pagina’sVolledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 1862 - 512 pagina’s
...retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no...seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit- tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves... | |
 | 1842 - 544 pagina’s
...A\fti''.v will; i bee ! tender is the night, An'! the Ciueen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by nil her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 6. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incrnse hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagina’s
...retards; Already with thee! tender is the night. And haply the quern-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is...upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess earh sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ;... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pagina’s
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White-hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 pagina’s
...retards ; Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pagina’s
...retards ; Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; ... But here there...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy vraja. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. But,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 pagina’s
...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, JVor what sofi incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness,...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White-hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 pagina’s
...retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagina’s
...retards ; Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays; But here there is no...and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers arc at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 pagina’s
...retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
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