 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 стор.
...tender is the night, And haply the queen moon is on her throne, Clustej'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. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 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 canjiot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 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... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 стор.
...plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. * » * * 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 thicket,... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 стор.
...melodious plot Of beechen green, and shadows numberless, Singest of summer in full-throated ease. 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 thicket,... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 стор.
...the night, 35 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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868 - 328 стор.
...Qneen-Moon is on her throne, Clnster'd aronnd by all her starry fays; Bnt here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs npon the bonghs, Bnt, in embalmed darkness, gness each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 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...flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs uoon the boughs, The Comet. 211 But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable... | |
 | 1869 - 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... | |
 | Charles Dexter Cleveland - 1869 - 810 стор.
...him ami knew U. N«xex > Haul, "la a home at the font of High- / <run the voice of death BWeclcr." But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the brcr/c- blown Through verdurous blooms ami winding mossy ways. I cannot Bee what flowers arc at my... | |
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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... 
