...often realizes, and sometimes exceeds, the " green night " of Marvell, and woods and groves where " There is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways; " but these are few and far between. The warm glow of sunset streams alon^ hill and slope, illumining...

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...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 dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee 1 Tender in the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry...

...beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But t Chambers wi th thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne Clustered around by all...

...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 dull brain...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, JVor what soft intense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

...beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But ou the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...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, But, in embalmed...

...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 dull brain...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy vraja. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. But,...

...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 dull brain...Already with thee! tender is the night. And haply the quern-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light,...

...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 dull brain...retards; Already with thee ! tender is the night, But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms...