 | 1820 - 596 էջ
...her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to tliee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the...on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms... | |
 | 1820 - 606 էջ
...her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull biain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen- Moon is... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1820 - 432 էջ
...s Already with theeKtender is the night, ,• And 1mply the Queen-Moon is en her throns, Cluster d around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is wild the breezes blown • . Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways» 1 cannot see what (lowers... | |
 | 1823 - 400 էջ
...her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the doll brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 էջ
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 738 էջ
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 | John Keats - 1926 - 730 էջ
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 | William Hone - 1826 - 876 էջ
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 | 1826 - 638 էջ
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 | William Hone - 1827 - 858 էջ
...lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 4. Away 1 away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the...dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee 1 tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry... | |
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Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the queen-moon is on her throne, Cluster'd... 
