 | 1823 - 400 páginas
...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 light, Save what from heaven...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 páginas
...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...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 haunt... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 páginas
[ Lo sentimos, el contenido de esta página está restringido. ] | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 páginas
[ Lo sentimos, el contenido de esta página está restringido. ] | |
 | 1826 - 638 páginas
[ Lo sentimos, el contenido de esta página está restringido. ] | |
 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 páginas
[ Lo sentimos, el contenido de esta página está restringido. ] | |
 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 páginas
[ Lo sentimos, el contenido de esta página está restringido. ] | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 páginas
...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...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 - 500 páginas
...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...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 páginas
...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... | |
| |
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... 
