 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 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 queen moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 psl.
...and dies Where but to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense nangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 psl.
...and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : 134 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 no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 psl.
...mouth ! 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...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 embalmed... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 psl.
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fay.- ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers arc at my foot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1859 - 550 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, ClusterM around bv all her starry Fays ; But bore there it no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
 | William Hone - 1859 - 880 psl.
...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee 1 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 is with... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 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...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... | |
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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... 
