| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 sider
...verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways» 1 cannot see what (lowers are at my feet, * Nor what soft ineeuse hangs upon the boughs« But, in embalmed darkness,...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine i Fast fading violets cover'd up in. leaves; I . And mid-May's eldest child, ; The coming meek-rose,... | |
| 1820 - 606 sider
...mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor «bat soft incense hangs upon the Änghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of... | |
| 1820 - 596 sider
...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, Hut, in embalmed darkness, gueee each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
| 1823 - 400 sider
...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...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... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...what from heaven is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft Incense...Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves.... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
| John Keats - 1926 - 738 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
| 1826 - 638 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
| William Hone - 1826 - 876 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
| William Hone - 1827 - 858 sider
...from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, puess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild... | |
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