 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pages
...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 - 280 pages
...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 278 pages
...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 pages
...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on...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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pages
...But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards ; Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 pages
...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 pages
...Away ! away! for I will fly to thee, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by ah 1 her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1847 - 556 pages
...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clueter'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
 | George Croly - 1850 - 442 pages
...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender 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, Suve what from heaven is with... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 pages
...retards : Already with the« ! tender ii the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne Clattered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven i> with the breeze« blown Through verdurous bloom« and winding тому ways. I cannot see what flowers... | |
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Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around... 
