 | 1823 - 400 strani
...retards : Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - 440 strani
...light, Save what from heaven is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
 | 1826 - 638 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 strani
[ Prikaz vsebine te strani ni dovoljen ] | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 strani
...despairs; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine, Fast fading violets covered up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose full of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 strani
...despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine, Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose full of... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 strani
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets coverM up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full... | |
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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... 
