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
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Neil King, Sarah King - 2002 - 214 էջ
...and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth... and later in the poem he describes sight in terms of touch: But here there is no light. Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown... In Spenders "Seascape" (1946) he writes of the sea as "burning music for the eyes." syncope: the reduction...