 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 372 psl.
...retards ; Already with thee ! 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...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 - 1845 - 278 psl.
...retards ; Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; ... But here there...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1845 - 280 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 - 278 psl.
...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 - 1845 - 372 psl.
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But ou the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards ; Already with thee ! tender...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 is with... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 psl.
...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 quern-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light,... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 340 psl.
...Bacchus and his pards, 104 MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender...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 is with... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 psl.
...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...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 is with... | |
 | John Keats - 1846 - 348 psl.
...new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. IV. But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender...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 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, Clustered... 
