 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...  Favourite English poems and poets - Page 419by English poems - 1870 - 672 pagesFull view - About this book
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1876 - 288 pages
...eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charipted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of... | |
 | Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879 - 390 pages
...despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 4Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Laura Valentine - 1880 - 634 pages
...heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. KEATS-MOORE. 229 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; [tine ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglanFast-fadingviolets covered up inleaves; And mid-May's... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - American poetry - 1881 - 1138 pages
...retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd eac fruit tree wild, — Fast-fading violets, cover'd up in leaves, And mid-May's eldest child, The coming... | |
 | Epes Sargent - American poetry - 1881 - 1000 pages
...night, And haply tho Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But hero there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows Tho grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; JOHN KEATS. White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1881 - 704 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...Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmul darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and... | |
 | Brainerd Kellogg - American literature - 1882 - 492 pages
...the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last, grey hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and...cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft fncense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable... | |
 | Edward Moxon (and co.) - Readers - 1882 - 580 pages
...: Already with the e ! Tender is the night, i And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no...the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading... | |
 | Kathleen Knox - English language - 1882 - 156 pages
...: Already with thee ! tender is the night, 35 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. 40 5. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in... | |
 | Alfred Hix Welsh - English language - 1883 - 586 pages
...spectre-thin, and dies, Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs. . . . / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine. . . . Darkling I listen; and, for many a time, I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd... | |
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