 Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, 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...  The Vista of English Verse - Strana 3581911 - 654 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 str.
...beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, liut on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...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... | |
 | William Martin - 1838 - 368 str.
...leaden-eyed 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...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... | |
 | 1840 - 378 str.
...leaden-eyed 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...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 embalm'd... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1840 - 554 str.
...thee, Not charioted by uaecпns and his panls, But on the viewless wings of Pnesy, Though the dull bmin perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender...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 Botham Howitt - 1840 - 552 str.
...beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, it on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, S Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.... | |
 | John Keats - 1841 - 254 str.
...leaden-eyed 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...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... | |
 | 1842 - 480 str.
...hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...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... | |
 | 1842 - 504 str.
...and spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, Away ! away ! for I will flj to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But...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... | |
 | 1862 - 512 str.
...spectre-thin, and dies; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow, Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Nut charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless...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... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1842 - 440 str.
...leaden-eyed 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 all her starry fays; But here there is no light, I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
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