 | Mary Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 584 pages
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon ia on her throne, ClustiT'il around by all her starry fay»; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...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 Botham Howitt - Country life - 1854 - 592 pages
...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 580 pages
...never known, The weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan; Where palsy shakes a few sad, last gray hairs, Where...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense bangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...retards : Already with thee ! 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...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 pages
...retards: Already with thee ! 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...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - American literature - 1857 - 374 pages
...and dies Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 436 pages
...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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 426 pages
...and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : 134 Already with thee ! 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 pages
...mouth ! Already with thee! 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...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, But, in embalmed... | |
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Away ! away ! for I will fly to 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 is the night, And haply the Queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered... 
