 | Frances Martin - 1866 - 506 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1866 - 818 páginas
...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... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1866 - 824 páginas
...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... | |
 | Moxon Edward and co - 200 páginas
...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...eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1867 - 360 páginas
...embalmed darkness, guess each sweet I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree...summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time To take into the air my quiet breath ; Now more than ever seems it rich to die, To cease upon the midnight... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 páginas
...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...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... | |
 | Mary Anne Marzials - 1867 - 332 páginas
...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...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 - 218 páginas
...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 - 458 páginas
...and the fruit-tree wild ; 45 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. 50 Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful Death, Called him... | |
 | Joseph Edwards Carpenter - 1869 - 596 páginas
...uoon the boughs, The Comet. 211 But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree...eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful death, Call'd him soft names in many a mused rhyme, To take into the... | |
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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... 
