 | 1863 - Страниц: 536
...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The gross, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading... | |
 | Richard Henry Studdard - 1865
...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's oldest child, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been... | |
 | 1865
...realizing to the full the truth and beauty of those lines, which Francis used so to dote upon " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the bough, But in embalmed darkness guess each sweet." ****** " Musing, I listen." And as he listened there... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866
...what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...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... | |
 | smith elder - 1866
...that power which is, as I say, Celtic ; from his — What little town, by river or seashore, to his— White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantine, Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves, or his — . . . magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn : in... | |
 | 1866
...power which is, as I say, Celtic ; from his — "What little town, by river or seashore," to his — " White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantine, Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves," or his — ..." magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn : " in... | |
 | Mrs. Mary Anne MARZIALS - 1867
...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...and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, cover' d up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1867 - Страниц: 181
...as I say, Celtic; from his :— What tittle town, by river or seashore— to his :— or his :•— White hawthorn and the pastoral eglantine, Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves— . . . magic casements, opening on the foam Of perilous seas, in fairy lands forlorn— in which the... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868
...from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense...endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ; 45 White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1868
...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... | |
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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... 
