 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 sider
...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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But, in... | |
 | C H. H - 1856 - 338 sider
...addressing Mrs. Carleton asked her if she did not feel how full of truth were those lines of 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." " That is an exquisite expression, ' embalmed darkness,'... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 sider
...difference if we compare the " Ode to the Nightingale" in Keats, for instance — such verses as " 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... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 sider
...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 the breezes blown Through verdurousglooms and winding mossy ways. 5. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 sider
...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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 sider
...Save 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 nangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 sider
...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...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,... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 sider
...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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But in embalmed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 sider
...And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, ClusterM around bv all her starry Fays ; But bore there it no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways, / cannot se ich'it flotctrt are at my feet, Jfor what toft incente hangs upon the bouyha, But, in embalmed... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - 880 sider
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy »av> 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the bough.-., But. in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,... | |
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But here there is no light Save 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... 
