 | 1820 - 596 頁
...eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to tliee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes... | |
 | 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
...eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. 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 biain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen- Moon is... | |
 | 1823 - 400 頁
...eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly 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 is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 頁
...Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. IV. Away ! away ! for I wffl fly to ihee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings...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 is with... | |
 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 頁
...eyes, Or new Love pine at them 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...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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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, Clustered... 
