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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... "
The Edinburgh magazine, and literary miscellany, a new series of The Scots ... - Сторінка 315
1820
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Poetry: selected for the use of schools and families by A. Bowman

Anne Bowman - 1856 - 292 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. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But, in...
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Ion Lester, by C.H.H.

C H. H - 1856
...addressing Mrs. Carleton asked her if she did not feel how full of truth were those lines of Keats : — " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet." " That is an exquisite expression, ' embalmed darkness,'...
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The National Review, Том 3

Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - 1856
...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 soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the...
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The Poetical Works of John Keats

John Keats - 1856 - 256 стор.
...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 the breezes blown Through verdurousglooms and winding mossy ways. 5. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century, Том 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 397 стор.
...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...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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Recollections of a Literary Life, Or, Books, Places, and People, Том 2

Mary Russell Mitford - 1857
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see 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...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 616 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,...
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Select specimens of the English poets, ed. by A. De Vere

Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858
...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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Works, Том 2

Leigh Hunt - 1859
...And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, ClusterM around bv all her starry Fays ; But bore there it no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways, / cannot se ich'it flotctrt are at my feet, Jfor what toft incente hangs upon the bouyha, But, in embalmed...
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The every-day book: or The guide to the year, Том 2

William Hone - 1859
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy »av> 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the bough.-., But. in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass,...
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