 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...  Cyclopædia of English literature - Page 406by Robert Chambers - 1844Full view - About this book
 | Richard Holt Hutton, Walter Bagehot - Periodicals - 1856 - 512 pages
...essential difference if we' compare the " Ode to the Nightingale" in Keats, for instance—such verses as " I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | Anne Bowman - 1856 - 316 pages
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - American poetry - 1857 - 426 pages
...But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | Aubrey Thomas De Vere - 1858 - 298 pages
...But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 642 pages
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - American poetry - 1858 - 644 pages
...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers arc at my foot, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | England - English poetry - 1860 - 532 pages
...But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers...eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunts of flies... | |
 | William Allingham - English poetry - 1860 - 316 pages
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. T. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, 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... | |
 | George Lillie Craik - English language - 1861 - 580 pages
...But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the hreezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers...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... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - English poetry - 1861 - 356 pages
...But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers...hawthorn, 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... | |
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