| Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - Страниц: 936
...beyond to-morrow. in Away! away! for 1 will fly to thee. Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 'I"hrough verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 40 I cannot sec what flowers are at my feet, Nor... | |
| John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - Страниц: 324
...and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards: 35 Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown 40 Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5 I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor... | |
| Keith D. White - 1996 - Страниц: 224
...described in Olympian terms. Instead, the distinguishing feature of this ideal world is that in it "there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with.../ Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways" and Keats has ventured there, "Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, / But on the viewless wings... | |
| Warren Stevenson - 1996 - Страниц: 166
...most empathetic in English poetry. All the poet's senses are open, with the partial exception of sight ("But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown"), as women were formerly supposed to close their eyes while making love: hence, the implied androgyny... | |
| George Hughes - 1997 - Страниц: 274
...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...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 less... | |
| Mary Oliver - 1998 - Страниц: 212
...beyond to-morrow. IV 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...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 embalmed... | |
| William Harmon - 1998 - Страниц: 386
...beyond to-morrow. IV 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...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 embalmed... | |
| Lluís Meseguer, María Luisa Villanueva - 1998 - Страниц: 444
...repte per al traductor: 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...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with... | |
| Marion Montgomery - 1998 - Страниц: 242
...reality. But then comes grim immediacy of circumstance, imagination crashing back into dark reality: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. That breeze of reality blows as it listeth, leaving one in the "embalmed darkness" of nature decayed,... | |
| Frank R. Shivers - 1998 - Страниц: 348
...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...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways." These lines read in the complete poem set a mood of disenchantment that Fitzgerald also created. That... | |
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