 | Theo d'. Haen, Theo d' Haen, P. Th. M. G. Liebregts, Wim Tigges, Colin J. Ewen - 2003 - 324 páginas
...endeavour" (11. 5-14). and here the night of May described in Stanza V of Keats's ode becomes relevant: 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,... | |
 | Martha Sherrill - 2002 - 376 páginas
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 | Lene Østermark-Johansen - 2003 - 182 páginas
...nightingale, a desire which seems to be achieved in the sensory deprivation of stanza five when he 'cannot see what flowers are at my feet,/ Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs.' In 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' the rapt contemplation of the urn is itself structured by ignorance ignorance... | |
 | John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 páginas
...the night, And haply32 the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays;33 But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous34 glooms35 and winding mossy ways. 40 5 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what... | |
 | Judith Harris - 2003 - 324 páginas
...eye, but which is fleetingly flashed across the inner eye in moments of sorrowful self-derision: 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 moth endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
 | Stanley Plumly - 2003 - 322 páginas
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 | Edward Leeson - 2004 - 728 páginas
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 | Christopher Ricks - 2004 - 532 páginas
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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... 
