...situation we should get padding, pleonasm, but this this time Keats creates a moment of magical intensity: But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Before, we had oars flashing light into the "verdurous bosoms" of islands; now we have the still less...

...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! tender is...breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways.3 Manent va traduir-la així: Oh lluny, ben lluny! Cap a tu volaré, no endut per lleopards en...

...Keats. Fitzgerald never read without crying the lines "Already with thee! tender is the night. . . / . . .But here there is no light, / Save what from heaven...Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways." These lines read in the complete poem set a mood of disenchantment that Fitzgerald also created. That...

...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! tender is...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...

...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! tender is...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...

...an attempted escape: "Already with thee! tender is the night" in such an escape to that region where "haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, / Clustered around by all her starry fays." Fanciful metaphor, indeed, a striving to believe the imagination to have gained an ascent into a larger...

...epigraph to Tender from "Ode to a Nightingale": Already with thee! tender is the night . . . . . . But here there is no light, Save what from heaven...blown Through verdurous glooms and winding mossy ways. Like Keats, Fitzgerald and his fictional creations are aware of the lure of nonentity but do not merely...

...Not charioted by Bacchus5 and his pards, But on the viewless wings of Poesy, Though the full brain perplexes and retards: Already with thee! tender is...night, And haply the Queen-Moon is on her throne, ' Flora: goddess of flowers. 4 Hippocrene: fountain of the muses. "Bacchus: god of wine and fertility....

...and Provencal song, and sunburnt mirth... and later in the poem he describes sight in terms of touch: But here there is no light. Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown... In Spenders "Seascape" (1946) he writes of the sea as "burning music for the eyes." syncope: the reduction...

...det igen den mytologiske billedfantasi, der dukker op, for straks at forkastes, netop som fantasteri: Already with thee! tender is the night, And haply...her throne, Clustered around by all her starry Fays; ßnf there is no light, Save what from heaven is with the breezes blown Through verdurous glooms and...