 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...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 - English poetry - 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 - English poetry - 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - English poetry - 1845 - 278 pages
...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 - Authors, English - 1846 - 540 pages
...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... | |
 | John Keats - English poetry - 1846 - 340 pages
...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. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 pages
...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 houghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - English poetry - 1847 - 556 pages
...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...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mosey way». I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs,... | |
 | John Keats - 1847 - 280 pages
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 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,... | |
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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... 
