 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 páginas
...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what Sowers 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,... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 páginas
...is the night. And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustcr'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. How exquisitely, in the next verse, he imagines the beauties of flower and field at that delightful... | |
 | 1853 - 560 páginas
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered 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 embalmed... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 páginas
...the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; 13ut here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor whnt soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, iu embalmed... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 páginas
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But hero there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy way«. I cannot see what Mowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs. But, in... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 páginas
...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 hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
 | 1854 - 414 páginas
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,... | |
 | 1854 - 400 páginas
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 páginas
...is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Clustered 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 can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 páginas
...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...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... | |
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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... 
