 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...  Favourite English poems and poets - Page 419by English poems - 1870 - 672 pagesFull view - About this book
 | George Croly - English poetry - 1854 - 426 pages
...other groan, Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale, and spectre thin, and dies ; Where but to think is to be full of sorrow...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... | |
 | 1854 - 414 pages
...weariness, the fever, and the fret Here, where men sit and hear each other groan ; Where palsy shakes a few, sad, last gray hairs, Where youth grows pale,...blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the houghs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | 1854 - 400 pages
...and dies ; Where hut to think is to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs, Where beauty eannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new love pine at them beyond...blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1854 - 482 pages
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards ; Already with thee tender is...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Susan Fenimore Cooper - Country life - 1855 - 510 pages
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards ; Already with thee tender is...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - Authors - 1855 - 580 pages
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways, I can not see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense bangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs ; But, in... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - American literature - 1857 - 374 pages
...thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull train perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender...what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense nangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 pages
...mouth ! 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...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 644 pages
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fay.- ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers arc at my foot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each... | |
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