 | Alan Richardson - 2001 - 270 páginas
...can become death-like, as in The Eve of St. Agnes: In sort of wakeful swoon perplex'd she lay, L'ntil the poppied warmth of sleep oppress'd Her soothed...soul fatigued away; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day. (236-39) Here the soul itself appears, unexpectedly yet revealingly, to be a transient... | |
 | John R. Strachan - 2003 - 218 páginas
...sees, In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. 27 Soon, trembling in her soft and chilly nest, In sort...soul fatigued away; Flown, like a thought, until the morrow-day; Blissfully haven'd both from joy and pain; 240 Clasp'd like a missal where swart Paynims... | |
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Half-hidden, like a mermaid in seaweed, Pensive awhile she dreams awake, and sees In fancy, fair St. Agnes in her bed, But dares not look behind, or all the charm is fled. 
