 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 页
...verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways» 1 cannot see what (lowers are at my feet, * Nor what soft ineeuse hangs upon the boughs« But, in embalmed darkness,...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine i Fast fading violets cover'd up in. leaves; I . And mid-May's eldest child, ; The coming meek-rose,... | |
 | 1820 - 606 页
...mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor «bat soft incense hangs upon the Änghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of... | |
 | 1820 - 596 页
...is with the breezes 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, Hut, in embalmed darkness, gueee each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
 | 1823 - 400 页
...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 页
...is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft Incense hangs upon the...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,... | |
 | 1826 - 638 页
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 页
...with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, puess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 页
...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine, Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose full of... | |
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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... 
