 | 1823 - 400 sivua
...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 sivua
...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 sivua
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 sivua
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 | 1826 - 638 sivua
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 sivua
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 sivua
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 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 sivua
...shakes a few sad, last, grey hairs ; Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies ; Where still to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs...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 sivua
...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... | |
 | Harp - 1836 - 380 sivua
...her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Thro' verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot see...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... | |
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But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! 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... 
