 | George Croly - 1854 - 426 стор.
...beyond to-morrow 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...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... | |
 | 1854 - 400 стор.
...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...blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1854 - 482 стор.
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards ; Already with thee tender is...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... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 стор.
...her lustrous eyes, Away I away I for I will fly to thce, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee I tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon ia on her throne, ClustiT'il around by all her starry... | |
 | John Keats - 1855 - 416 стор.
...beyond to-morrow. 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...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... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - 1855 - 510 стор.
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards ; Already with thee tender is...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... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1855 - 580 стор.
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender...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... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 стор.
...beyond to-morrow. 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...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurousglooms and winding mossy ways. 5. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 стор.
...beyond to-morrow. IV. 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...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,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 стор.
...beyond to-morrow. 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...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... | |
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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... 
