 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 around...  The every-day book: or The guide to the year - Էջ 253William Hone - 1859Ամբողջությամբ դիտվող - Այս գրքի մասին
 | Hisaaki Yamanouchi - 1997 - 274 էջ
...situation we should get padding, pleonasm, but this this time Keats creates a moment of magical intensity: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Before, we had oars flashing light into the "verdurous bosoms" of islands; now we have the still... | |
 | William Harmon - 1998 - 386 էջ
...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...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 boughs, But, in... | |
 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 էջ
...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...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 boughs, But, in... | |
 | Frank R. Shivers - 1998 - 348 էջ
...Keats. Fitzgerald never read without crying the lines "Already with thee! tender is the night. . . / . . .But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven...blown / Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways." These lines read in the complete poem set a mood of disenchantment that Fitzgerald also created.... | |
 | Marion Montgomery - 1998 - 242 էջ
...reality. But then comes grim immediacy of circumstance, imagination crashing back into dark reality: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. That breeze of reality blows as it listeth, leaving one in the "embalmed darkness" of nature... | |
 | Wendell Mayo - 1999 - 228 էջ
...cross. I'm lost, so I ask Birute: "Where are you taking us now?" "Do not worry, Professor. Trust me. Tender is the night, and haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne — right, Professor? Or do you want us to get you a woman now?" We cross Latako gatve, head back to... | |
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