 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 页
...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...her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; 13ut here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown, Through verdurous glooms... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 页
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But hero there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy way«. I cannot see what Mowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. But, in... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 页
...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...night. And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustcr'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 页
...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...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | 1854 - 414 页
...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...blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 页
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon ia on her throne, ClustiT'il around by all her starry fay»; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 页
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 页
...the warm South, Full of the true, the blushful Hippocrene, With beaded bubbles winking at the brim And purple-stained mouth ; That I might drink, and...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense bangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 页
...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...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs But, in embalmed... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 页
...retards: Already with thee ! tender 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...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurousglooms and winding mossy ways. 5. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed... | |
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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... 
