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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... "
The every-day book: or The guide to the year - Trang 253
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Book of the Poets: The Modern Poets of the Nineteenth Century

1842 - 504 trang
...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...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...

Gems of the Modern Poets: With Biographical Notices

Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 trang
...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...by all her starry fays; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed...

Robert's Semi-monthly Magazine for Town and Country, Tập 2

1842 - 544 trang
...A\fti''.v will; i bee ! tender is the night, An'! the Ciueen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by nil her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 6. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incrnse hangs upon the boughs, But...

Sketches of the History of Literature and Learning in England ..., Tập 5-6

George Lillie Craik - 1845 - 484 trang
...in the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry feys ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...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...

Littell's Living Age, Tập 109

1871 - 878 trang
...often realizes, and sometimes exceeds, the " green night " of Marvell, and woods and groves where " There is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways; " but these are few and far between. The warm glow of sunset streams alon^ hill and slope, illumining...

Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Tập 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 trang
...tender ie the night, And haply the queen-moon ie on her throne Clustered around by all her »tarry minate blooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hang«...

Cyclopædia of English literature, Tập 2

Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 trang
...on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already wi th thee ! no slig $ Clustered around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with...

Imagination and fancy; or Selections from the English poets, with critical ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 trang
...But ou 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...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, But, in...

The Poets and Poetry of England, in the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 trang
...dull brain perplexes and retards; Already with thee! tender is the night. And haply the quern-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry...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...

Imagination and Fancy: Or, Selections from the English Poets, Illustrative ...

Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 trang
...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...breezes 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,...




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