 | 1823 - 400 sayfa
...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...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 - 440 sayfa
...light, Save what from heaven is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of flies... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 sayfa
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 | 1826 - 638 sayfa
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 sayfa
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 sayfa
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 sayfa
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 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 sayfa
...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...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 of... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 sayfa
...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...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 of... | |
 | William Hone - 1830 - 868 sayfa
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft...wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets coverM up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full... | |
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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... 
