 | William Hone - 1837 - 874 стор.
...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...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wajh. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,... | |
 | William Hone - 1837 - 936 стор.
...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...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wayv. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 стор.
...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...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,... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...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...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 embalmed... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 стор.
...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...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy waysI cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft ineense hangs upon the boughs, But, in... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 стор.
...Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around hy all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in emhalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonahle month endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 стор.
...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...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 embalmed... | |
 | 1840 - 378 стор.
...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...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 embalm'd... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 стор.
...Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, S Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Perhaps the self-same song that ibnnd a path Through the sad heart of Ruth, when, «ick fsr home, She... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 стор.
...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...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 embalmed... | |
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But here there is no light 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 incense hangs upon the boughs... 
