 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...  A Poetry-book of Modern Poets - Seite 142von Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 334 SeitenVollansicht - Über dieses Buch
 | 1863 - 982 Seiten
...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...eldest child The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft... | |
 | John Keats - 1863 - 496 Seiten
...soft incense hangs upon th< But, in embalmed darkness, guess each Wherewith the seasonable month enc The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild ;...child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The milrmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I- listen ; and for many a time I have been half... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - 1863 - 564 Seiten
...White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets, covered up in leaves ; And mid-day's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen, and, for many a time, 1 have been half in love with easeful Death,1 Called him soft... | |
 | Richard Henry Stoddard - 1865 - 116 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | David Grant - 1865 - 428 Seiten
...incense hangj upon the boughs, White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, Called him soft... | |
 | Standard poetry book - 1866 - 300 Seiten
...verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. • v. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. VI. Darkling I listen; and for many a time" I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him... | |
 | Penny readings - 1866 - 304 Seiten
...canjiot 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...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft... | |
 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 Seiten
...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...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... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 Seiten
...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...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 Seiten
...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...wine, The murmurous haunt of flies on summer eves. * * * * Thou wert not born for death, immortal bird! No hungry generations tread thee down ; The voice... | |
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