 I 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...  The Cambridge Book of Poetry and Song - 311 psl.autoriai: Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 882 psl.Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 psl.
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid- May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856 - 512 psl.
...essential difference if we' compare the " Ode to the Nightingale" in Keats, for instance—such verses as " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine, Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves, And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk,rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 psl.
...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...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1857 - 374 psl.
...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...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense nangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 psl.
...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...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid May's eldest child, The coming musk -rose full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 psl.
...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...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 psl.
...breezes blown 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,...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover' d up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | England - 1860 - 532 psl.
...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...the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunts... | |
 | William Allingham - 1860 - 316 psl.
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. T. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 psl.
...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...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
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