 | Casket - 1873 - 874 pages
...his pari'.s, 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...cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft iuceuse haugs upon the boughs; But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable... | |
 | John Keats - 1873 - 402 pages
...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...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... | |
 | Keith D. White - Apollo (Greek deity) in literature - 1996 - 224 pages
...described in Olympian terms. Instead, the distinguishing feature of this ideal world is that in it "there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with.../ Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways" and Keats has ventured there, "Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings... | |
 | Warren Stevenson - Literary Criticism - 1996 - 166 pages
...most empathetic in English poetry. All the poet's senses are open, with the partial exception of sight ("But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown"), as women were formerly supposed to close their eyes while making love: hence, the implied androgyny... | |
 | George Hughes - Literary Criticism - 1997 - 274 pages
...situation we should get padding, pleonasm, but this this time Keats creates a moment of magical intensity: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Before, we had oars flashing light into the "verdurous bosoms" of islands; now we have the still less... | |
 | Richardo N. Franco - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1997 - 384 pages
..."And then my heart with pleasure fills,/And dances with the daffodils" (Abrams, The Norton 186). "5 "I cannot see what flowers are at my feet,/ Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs," era el Keats de "Ode to a Nightingale" (Abrams, The Norton 791). De hecho, se menciona en esta página... | |
 | Marion Montgomery - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1998 - 242 pages
...reality. But then comes grim immediacy of circumstance, imagination crashing back into dark reality: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. That breeze of reality blows as it listeth, leaving one in the "embalmed darkness" of nature decayed,... | |
 | Frank R. Shivers - Biography & Autobiography - 1998 - 348 pages
...Keats. Fitzgerald never read without crying the lines "Already with thee! tender is the night. . . / . . .But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways." These lines read in the complete poem set a mood of disenchantment that Fitzgerald also created. That... | |
 | Connie Robertson - Reference - 1998 - 686 pages
...dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is the night. 5500 'Ode to a Nightingale' from the stormy blast, And our eternal home. WAUGH Evelyn 1903-1966 12293 Decline and 5501 'Ode to a Nightingale' Now more than ever seems it rich to die. To cease upon the midnight with... | |
 | Lluís Meseguer, María Luisa Villanueva - Language Arts & Disciplines - 1998 - 444 pages
...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, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
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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... 
