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" I 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 seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket... "
The Church Quarterly Review - 195. oldal
Szerkesztette: - 1898
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A household book of English poetry, selected with notes by R.C. Trench

Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868
...winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; 45 White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's...

The Book of Gems: The eighteenth and nineteenth century. Wordsworth to Tennyson

Samuel Carter Hall - 1868
...flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs npon the bonghs, Bnt, in embalmed darkness, gness each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the frnit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd np in leaves...

English Literature of Nineteenth Century: On the Plan of the Author's ...

Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 798 oldal
...winding mossy ways. I cannot Bee what flowers arc at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full...

Leaves from the Poets' Laurels

1869 - 220 oldal
...winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk rose, full...

The Columbia Anthology of British Poetry

Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 891 oldal
...winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot sec what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthom, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest...
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Selected Poems and Letters of Keats

John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 301 oldal
...winding mossy ways. 5 I 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 seasonable month endows 45 The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast...
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The Europeans: A Sketch

Tony Tanner, Patricia Crick - 1984 - 203 oldal
...Child. Felix is proposing this title ironically. The reference is to Keats's 'Ode to a Nightingale': Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coining musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 14. (p. 38) Qu'en...
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John Keats and the Loss of Romantic Innocence

Keith D. White - 1996 - 194 oldal
...describes the darkness: I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Without the sense of sight, Keats must imagine this bower. We can be assured of this by recalling that...
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John Keats and the Culture of Dissent

Nicholas Roe - 1998 - 315 oldal
...(4o) lead into the 'embalmed darkness' of reverie figured as a woodland bower in which the poet may guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves (43-5o) — much as he had delighted to catalogue 'luxuries' in his earlier poems. But in "Ode to a...
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These High, Green Hills

Jan Karon - 1997 - 333 oldal
...'I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,' " she murmured, " 'nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, but, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet wherewith the seasonable month endows.' Who said that?" "Will Rogers!" She laughed. "One more guess." "Joe DiMaggio?" "Keats!" "Aha." "How's...
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