 | John Keats, Robert Gittings - 1995 - Страниц: 324
...until he has Finished his preparations. 230 Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half -hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile she dreams...But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. XXVII 235 Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay,... | |
 | Keith D. White - 1996 - Страниц: 224
...And on her silver cross soft amethyst, ..." (25). The "pleasant smotherings" continue in stanza 27: Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex 'd she lay, Until the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed limbs, and soul fatigued... | |
 | Kenneth Koch - 1999 - Страниц: 324
...poets, Keats used comparisons to elaborate on and linger over physical sensations: Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive a while she dreams awake ("Eve of St. Agnes") Shelley's comparisons do some of that, too, and also... | |
 | Jack Stillinger - 1999 - Страниц: 199
.... . . too D, R 226 vespers] praying D Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees 230 Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a...But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. XXVII. 235 Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay,... | |
 | Frances Mayes - 2001 - Страниц: 548
...frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: Half-hidden, like a...But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. XXVII Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay, Until... | |
 | John R. Strachan - 2003 - Страниц: 218
...by one; Loosens her fragrant boddice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees: 230 Half-hidden, like a mermaid in sea-weed, Pensive awhile...But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. 27 Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort of wakeful swoon, perplex'd she lay, Until... | |
 | Inga Bryden - 1998 - Страниц: 312
...frees; Unclasps her warmed jewels one by one; loosens her fragrant bodice; by degrees Her rich attire creeps rustling to her knees; Half-hidden, like a...dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled." This work possesses the disadvantage of being almost unintelligible to any one who is not acquainted... | |
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Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. 
