| 1820 - 596 sider
...tliee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 sider
...s Already with theeKtender is the night, ,• And 1mply the Queen-Moon is en her throns, Cluster d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is wild the breezes blown • . Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways» 1 cannot see what (lowers... | |
| 1820 - 606 sider
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull biain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen- Moon is on her throne, ClusterM around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light,... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - 440 sider
...ihee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. Already with thee ! tender...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 sider
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| William Hone - 1826 - 876 sider
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| John Keats - 1926 - 738 sider
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| 1826 - 638 sider
[ Denne sides indhold er desværre begrænset. ] | |
| William Hone - 1827 - 858 sider
...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee 1 tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 sider
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
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