 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 oldal
...retards; Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the queen moon is on her throne, Clustej'd around by all her starry fays; But here there is no...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. • v. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 oldal
...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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I canjiot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 oldal
...retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...blown 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... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 oldal
...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...blown 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... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 oldal
...: Already with thee ! tender is the night, 35 And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 oldal
...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...ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs uoon the boughs, The Comet. 211 But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet... | |
 | 1869 - 254 oldal
...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...blown 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 oldal
...him ami knew U. N«xex > Haul, "la a home at the font of High- / <run the voice of death BWeclcr." But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the brcr/c- blown Through verdurous blooms ami winding mossy ways. I cannot Bee what flowers arc at my... | |
 | English poems - 1870 - 722 oldal
...retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne. Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...blown 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... | |
 | 1870 - 464 oldal
...: Already with thee ! tender is the night, 35 And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. 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... 
