 | William Hone - 1859 - 880 pagini
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy »av> 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the bough.-., But. in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 pagini
...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 light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. T. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 pagini
...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 light, Save what from heaven...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... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1861 - 580 pagini
...is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the hreezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1862 - 578 pagini
...is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is...are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughg, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1863 - 564 pagini
...is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is...each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The gross, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 496 pagini
...with thee ! tender is the night And haply the Queen-Moon is on he Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with tt blown Through verdurous glooms and mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my fee Nor what... | |
 | David Grant - 1865 - 428 pagini
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangj upon the boughs, White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets covered up in... | |
 | Mrs. E. FINCH - 1865 - 400 pagini
...nightingale, realizing to the full the truth and beauty of those lines, which Francis used so to dote upon " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the bough, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet." ****** " Musing, I listen." And as he listened there... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 pagini
...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 light, Save what from heaven...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I canjiot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet... 
