 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 592 sider
...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what flowers are at nTy feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs,...seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the frnit-tree wild: White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves;... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 sider
...Save what from heaven i> with the breeze« blown Through verdurous bloom« and winding тому ways. Such tormenta agonize the damned breast, While fancy...views the mansions of the blest. For Heaven's swe darknem, guew each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1852 - 588 sider
...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I can not see what Sowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the...musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of bees on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful... | |
 | Oskar Ludwig Bernhard Wolff - 1852 - 438 sider
...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. The grass, the thicket, and the fruit-tree wild; White...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Chambers W. and R., ltd - 1852 - 680 sider
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown, Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wa3's. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, Hut, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket,... | |
 | Mary Russell Mitford - 1853 - 378 sider
...light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...musk-rose, full of dewy wine, The murmurous haunt of bees on summer eves. Darkling I listen ; and for many a time I have been half in love with easeful... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 sider
...may only dream of. What a multitude of pleasant country thoughts are condensed in this single verse. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets cover'd up in leaves; And Mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose full of dewy wine, The murmurous... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1853 - 548 sider
...is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy way«. I cannot see what Mowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the...hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violéis cover'd up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full of dewy wine,... | |
 | 1853 - 560 sider
...Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. v. I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what...seasonable month endows The grass, the thicket, and the fruit tree wild ; White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast-fading violets covered up in leaves... | |
 | English poetry - 1853 - 552 sider
...at my feet, Nor whnt soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, iu embalmed darkness, guess each sweot Wherewith the seasonable month endows The grass, the...wild : White hawthorn, and the pastoral eglantine ; Fast fading violets covered up in leaves ; And mid-May's eldest child, The coming musk-rose, full... | |
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I cannot see what flowers are at my feet Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed darkness, guess each sweet... 
