| Theo d'. Haen, Theo d' Haen, P. Th. M. G. Liebregts, Wim Tigges, Colin J. Ewen - 2003 - 324 oldal
...ode becomes relevant: 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 — VCTiite hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's... | |
| Bernd Fischer - 2003 - 276 oldal
...anticipation of death: "I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, / Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, / But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet.../ The grass, the thicket and the fruit-tree wild" ("Ode to a Nightingale").14 The flowers, violas (Nachtviolen), night-scented stock (Levkojn), and carnations... | |
| Marie-Louise Svane - 2003 - 300 oldal
...naturskonhed, som digteren her (ikke) ser, men siger, er defineret ved at vsere underlagt ârstidernes skiften: »each sweet/ Wherewith the seasonable month endows/...thicket, and the fruit-tree wild — / White hawthorn« etc. Sâledes star vaeksterne i kalenderens og forgaengelighedens tegn, og vióleme er allerede i fasrd... | |
| John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 oldal
...hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed36 darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month37 endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine;38 Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose,39... | |
| John C. Hampsey - 2004 - 236 oldal
...he will no longer be able to see what flowers are at his feet: ... what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. (1l.42-50) At the end of the ode, Keats actually deconstructs key Romantic tenets such as imagination... | |
| Deborah Forbes - 2004 - 260 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...dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.26 What has been achieved is not exactly union with the nightingale, nor is it a poetry of pure... | |
| Geoffrey O'Brien, Billy Collins - 2007 - 778 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; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on... | |
| Joanna Bull, Colleen McKenna - 2004 - 234 oldal
...embalmed darkness, guess each sweet I Humanism Wherewith the seasonable month endows F Classical realism The grass, the thicket, and the fruittree 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 of dewy wine. The murmurous... | |
| 张秀国 - 2005 - 288 oldal
...perfume cried. (John Donne) (2)Smell how it tastes\ (3)Johnson's Baby Powder; The soft smell. (4)But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicked, and the fruit tree wild. (John Keats) ote ce .se. When we say a musician strikes a "bl igage... | |
| 2006 - 346 oldal
...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows White hawthorn, and the pastoral23 eglantine24; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. 8 Forlorn! the very word is like a bell To toll me back from thee to my sole self! Adieu! the fancy... | |
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