 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 стор.
...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 !...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... | |
 | 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...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | 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...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways, I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense bangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | John Keats - 1856 - 326 стор.
...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...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.
...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 around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 стор.
...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 !...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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 стор.
...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...and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers arc at my foot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 стор.
...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 !...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... 
