 | Mary Oliver - 1998 - 212 páginas
...despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. IV Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...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 - 386 páginas
...despairs, Where Beauty cannot keep her lustrous eyes, Or new Love pine at them beyond to-morrow. IV Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...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 - 444 páginas
...estrofa, on el poeta s'adreca a l'ocell en versos que constitueixen tot un repte per al traductor: Away! away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...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... | |
 | Connie Robertson - 1998 - 686 páginas
...to be full of sorrow And leaden-eyed despairs. 5499 'Ode to a Nightingale' Away! away! for I will By age, a great leap in the dark. 4637 Leviathan No arts; no letters; 5500 'Ode to a Nightingale' I cannot see what flowers are at my feet, Nor what soft incense hangs upon... | |
 | Elizabeth M. Knowles - 1999 - 1156 páginas
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 | John Keats - 1999 - 260 páginas
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 | Annette Insdorf - 1994 - 292 páginas
...soaring in terms of their respective art forms. For the former, poetry is the vehicle of transport, Away! Away! for I will fly to thee, Not charioted...Poesy, Though the dull brain perplexes and retards. . . . And the structure of Truffaut's rotor is that of the zoetrope, the forerunner of cinema. Antoine's... | |
 | Fiona J. Stafford - 2000 - 376 páginas
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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! 
