 | 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... | |
 | Jay Parini - 2004 - 568 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Christopher Ricks - 2004 - 532 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | W. H. Hudson - 2004 - 96 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 oldal
[ Sajnáljuk, az oldal tartalma korlátozott hozzáférésű. ] | |
| |
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... 
