 | Tony Tanner, Patricia Crick - 1984 - 212 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... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - 324 oldal
...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... | |
 | Keith D. White - 1996 - 224 oldal
...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 Wherewith...in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Without the sense of sight,... | |
 | Nicholas Roe - 1998 - 344 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...in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child. The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves (43-5o) — much as he had... | |
 | Jan Karon - 1997 - 372 oldal
...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... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 oldal
...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 Wherewith...in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. VI Darkling I listen; and... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 oldal
...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 Wherewith...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of... | |
 | Thomas McFarland - 2000 - 268 oldal
...brother George 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...in leaves, And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.83 Prefigured by such floral... | |
 | Susan J. Wolfson - 2001 - 324 oldal
...verdure in Keats: 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...in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. (Ode to a Nightingale 41-50)... | |
 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - 548 oldal
...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 Wherewith...seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves;... | |
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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, and the fruit-tree wild... 
