Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. The Fortnightly - ˹éÒ 4371871ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - à¡ÕèÂǡѺ˹ѧÊ×ÍàÅèÁ¹Õé
| 1820 - 596 ˹éÒ
...is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, Hut, in embalmed... | |
| 1820 - 606 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen- Moon is on her throne, ClusterM around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor «bat soft incense hangs upon the Änghs, But, in embalmed... | |
| 1823 - 400 ˹éÒ
...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 the...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 Hone - 1827 - 858 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
| Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...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 Hone - 1830 - 868 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster 'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But, in embalmed... | |
| Harp - 1836 - 380 ˹éÒ
...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 the breezes blown Thro' verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft... | |
| Thomas Miller - 1837 - 466 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...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 Hone - 1837 - 936 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wayv. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,... | |
| William Hone - 1837 - 874 ˹éÒ
...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster d around by all her starry Fays ; But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy wajh. 5. 1 cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon the boughs, But,... | |
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