 | Thomas Young Crowell - 1885 - Страниц: 702
...light, Save what from heaven is with the bree1es blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading... | |
 | Samuel Silas Curry - 1888 - Страниц: 456
...light Save what fr<5m heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading... | |
 | John Barnard - 1987 - Страниц: 192
...(characteristically imaged through images of touch, taste, and smell) which surpasses the 'dull brain' I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine (lines 41-6)... | |
 | Lowry Nelson - 2010 - Страниц: 333
...Wordsworth's word, all her "Presences" should conspire to fulfill the experience: tender is the night. And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. It is quite unnecessary that there be moonlight to know that the "QueenMoon is on her throne"; it is,... | |
 | Paul De Man - Страниц: 340
...the change that comes over the world by losing oneself in the "embalmed darkness" of the bird's song: I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild . . . llines 41ff.) The richness of these most un-... | |
 | Martin Gardner - 1992 - Страниц: 226
...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...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... | |
 | 1993 - Страниц: 412
...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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, 和你同去幽暗的林中隱沒: 遠遠地、 遠遠隱沒，... | |
 | Stuart M. Sperry - 1994 - Страниц: 376
...coming musk rose, just as the beauty of the region is the more seductive because it cannot be seen: I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild. (4»-45) The elimination of the primary sense intensifies... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - Страниц: 936
...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...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 'I"hrough verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot sec what flowers are at my feet, Nor... | |
 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - Страниц: 324
...wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: 35 Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 40 Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor... | |
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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, and the fruit-tree wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral... 
