 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 oldal
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 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 can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense bangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 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 can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 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... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 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. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But, in... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 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...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 oldal
...mouth ! 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 upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 oldal
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fay.- ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers arc at my foot, 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... 
