 | Keith D. White - 1996 - 224 стор.
...described in Olympian terms. Instead, the distinguishing feature of this ideal world is that in it "there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with...blown / Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways" and Keats has ventured there, "Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless... | |
 | Warren Stevenson - 1996 - 166 стор.
...most empathetic in English poetry. All the poet's senses are open, with the partial exception of sight ("But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown"), as women were formerly supposed to close their eyes while making love: hence, the implied androgyny... | |
 | George Hughes - 1997 - 274 стор.
...situation we should get padding, pleonasm, but this this time Keats creates a moment of magical intensity: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Before, we had oars flashing light into the "verdurous bosoms" of islands; now we have the still... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 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...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... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 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...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... | |
 | Lluís Meseguer, María Luisa Villanueva - 1998 - 444 стор.
...repte per al traductor: 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... | |
 | Frank R. Shivers - 1998 - 348 стор.
...Keats. Fitzgerald never read without crying the lines "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." These lines read in the complete poem set a mood of disenchantment that Fitzgerald also created.... | |
 | Marion Montgomery - 1998 - 242 стор.
...reality. But then comes grim immediacy of circumstance, imagination crashing back into dark reality: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. That breeze of reality blows as it listeth, leaving one in the "embalmed darkness" of nature... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 стор.
...'Ode to a Nightingale' Away! away! for I will By to thee. Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards. But ; no letters; 5500 'Ode to a Nightingale' I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon... | |
 | Wendell Mayo - 1999 - 228 стор.
...cross. I'm lost, so I ask Birute: "Where are you taking us now?" "Do not worry, Professor. Trust me. Tender is the night, and haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne — right, Professor? Or do you want us to get you a woman now?" We cross Latako gatve, head back to... | |
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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... 
