...at my feet, Nor whnt soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, iu embalmed darkness, guess each sweot Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the...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...

...light, 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...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd bun soft...

...light, 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...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...

...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, covered up in leaves, And mid-May's oldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...breezes blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,...fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral etrlantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk...

...mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in loaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine. The murmurous...

...light, 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...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, covered up in leaves, And mid-May's oldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous...

...glooms and winding mossy ways, I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense bangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine : Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine. The murmurous...

...essential 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...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, Call'd him soft...