 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 páginas
...ie the night, And haply the queen-moon ie on her throne Clustered around by all her »tarry fays ; cimer she play blooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hang«... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 páginas
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous blooms and winding mossy ways. I obert Chambers But. in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 páginas
...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 - 1845 - 280 páginas
...wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards; Already with thee ! tender is the night, But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, JVor what sofi incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 páginas
...is the night. And haply the quern-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 - 1845 - 278 páginas
...wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards; Already with thee ! tender is the night, But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, JVor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards; Already with thee ! tender is the night, But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. / cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 páginas
...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...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy vraja. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. But,... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 páginas
...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 arc at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
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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... 
