 And now, my love, my seraph fair, awake ! "Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite: " Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes' sake, "Or I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache.  The Poetical Works of John Keats - 第229页作者：John Keats - 1885 - 310 页全本阅读 - 图书信息
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 页
...spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. XXXI. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets...room with perfume light — " And now, my love, my semph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes'... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 页
...spiced dainties, every one, From silken Somarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. XXXI. These dedicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets...wreathed silver : sumptuous they stand In the retired qoiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light — •• And now, my love, my seraph... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 页
...he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver ; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling...I shall drowse beside thee, so my soul doth ache." Thus whispering, his warm, unnerved arm Sank in her pillow. Shaded was her dream By the dusk curtains... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 页
...and spiced dainties, every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets...chilly room with perfume light.— '* And now, my love, mv seraph fair, awake ! Thou art my heaven, and I thine eremite : Open thine eyes, for meek St. Agnes'... | |
 | 1845 - 614 页
...make us* read the line delicately, and at the tip-end, as r were, of one's tongue. These delicates he heaped with glowing hand On golden dishes, and...retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perj'umt li-Jtt.— u And now, my love, my seraph fair awake I Thoa art my heaven, and I thine eremite... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 页
...and spiced dainties every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 页
...and spiced dainties every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 页
...and spiced dainties every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver ; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 页
...and spiced dainties every one, From silken Samarcand to ctdar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light.... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 页
...and spiced dainties every one, From silken Samarcand to cedar'd Lebanon. These delicates he heap'd with glowing hand On golden dishes and in baskets bright Of wreathed silver; sumptuously they stand In the retired quiet of the night, Filling the chilly room with perfume light.... | |
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