 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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... | |
 | 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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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... 
