 | 1820 - Страниц: 596
...her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to tliee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the...on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry But here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms... | |
 | 1820 - Страниц: 606
...leaden-eyed despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond tomorrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the dull biain perplexes and retards: Already with thee ! tender is the night, And haply the Queen- Moon is... | |
 | 1823 - Страниц: 400
...leaden-eyed despairs ; Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. Away ! away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the doll brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon... | |
 | Cabinet - 1824 - Страниц: 440
...lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. IV. Away ! away ! for I wffl fly to ihee, Not charioted by Bacchus and his pards, But on the...here there is no light, Save what from heaven is with breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. V. 1 cannot see what flowers are at... | |
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - Страниц: 404
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 | John Keats - 1926 - Страниц: 738
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 | John Keats - 1926 - Страниц: 730
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 | William Hone - 1826 - Страниц: 876
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 | 1826 - Страниц: 638
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 | William Hone - 1827 - Страниц: 858
...despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. 4. Away 1 away ! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted by Bacchus...dull brain perplexes and retards : Already with thee 1 tender is the night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, Cluster'd around by all her starry... | |
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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! 
