| Leigh Hunt - 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 432
...verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways» 1 cannot see what (lowers are at my feet, * Nor what soft ineeuse hangs upon the boughs« But, in embalmed darkness,...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine i Fast fading violets cover'd up in. leaves; I . And mid-May's eldest child, ; The coming meek-rose,... | |
| 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 606
...mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor «bat soft incense hangs upon the Änghs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets cover'd up in leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-iosc, full of... | |
| 1820 - عدد الصفحات: 596
...flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, Hut, in embalmed darkness, gueee each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The...wild; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast fading violets coyer'd up in leaves And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of... | |
| 1823 - عدد الصفحات: 400
...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the...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... | |
| Cabinet - 1824 - عدد الصفحات: 440
...is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft Incense hangs upon the...musk-rose, full of dewy 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... | |
| Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - عدد الصفحات: 404
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 638
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| John Keats - 1926 - عدد الصفحات: 738
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| William Hone - 1826 - عدد الصفحات: 876
[ عذرًا، محتوى هذه الصفحة مقيَّد ] | |
| William Hone - 1827 - عدد الصفحات: 858
...with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, puess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild... | |
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