 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 Book of Gems: Wordsworth to Bayly - 第 120 頁由 編輯 - 1838完整檢視 - 關於此書
 | 1820 - 596 頁
...beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to tliee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 頁
...s Already with theeKtender is the night, ,• And 1mply the Queen-Moon is en her throns, Cluster d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is wild the breezes blown • . Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways» 1 cannot see what (lowers... | |
 | 1820 - 606 頁
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull biain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen- Moon is on her throne, ClusterM around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light,... | |
 | 1823 - 400 頁
...to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the doll brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee! tender...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... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 頁
...beyond to-morrow. IV. Away ! away ! for I wffl fly to ihee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at... | |
 | 1826 - 638 頁
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 頁
...beyond to-morrow. 4. Away 1 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 1 tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry... | |
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