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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, Cluster'd... "
The Poetical Works of John Keats. In Two Parts - 104. oldal
szerző: John Keats - 1846
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The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of ..., 7. kötet

1820 - 596 oldal
...them beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to tliee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull...on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms...

The Indicator, 1. kötet

Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 oldal
...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...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, 86. kötet

1820 - 606 oldal
...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 on her throne, ClusterM around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light,...

Time's Telescope for ... ; Or, A Complete Guide to the Almanack

1823 - 400 oldal
...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...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

The cabinet; or The selected beauties of literature [ed. by J ..., 1. kötet

Cabinet - 1824 - 440 oldal
...beyond to-morrow. IV. Away ! away ! for I wffl fly to ihee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull...here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at...

The Every-day Book: Or Everlasting Calendar of Popular Amusements, Sports ...

William Hone - 1827 - 858 oldal
...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 of Poesy, Though the 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...

The Every-day Book and Table Book: Or, Everlasting Calendar of ..., 2. kötet

William Hone - 1830 - 868 oldal
...beyond to-morrow. ' 4. Away 1 away 1 for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull...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...

The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song

Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 oldal
...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 perplexes and retards: Already with thee I tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, [fays; Clustered around by all her...

The Harp of the Wilderness; Or, Flowers of Modern Fugitive Poetry

Harp - 1836 - 380 oldal
...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...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

The every-day book and table-book; or, Everlasting calendar of ..., 2. kötet

William Hone - 1837 - 936 oldal
...beyond to-morrow. 4. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, Hut on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wayv. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,...




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