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" I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near schoolroom, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world... "
The Eclectic Magazine of Foreign Literature, Science, and Art - Страница 523
1846
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Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Том 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 440 страници
...youth did pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-day it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One ..., Том 1

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 страници
...glittering grass, 4M,wcpt, I knew not why; until there rose From the near school- room, voices, thai, o nil. -.1 with thy soul this world of woe, To whom all things of Earth and Heaven do bow In fea foe*. 4And then I clasp* d my hands and look'd around — — But none was near to mock my streaming...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 страници
...from youth dit I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was. e they bring. My spells are past : the present now...Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue The gradual 4. And then I clasp'd my hands and look'd around — — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes...

Advice in the Pursuits of Literature, Containing Historical, Biographical ...

1832 - 296 страници
...which burst My spirit's sleep: a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering gras% -.And wept I knew not why ; until there rose From...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasped my hands and looked around— But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured the...

Advice in the Pursuits of Literature: Containing Historical, Biographical ...

Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - 1832 - 296 страници
...burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,. ,j And wept I knew not why ; until there rose From the...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasped my hands and looked around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured the...

The Shelley Papers: Memoir of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas Medwin - 1833 - 180 страници
...Islam,' he depicts — Until there rose From the near school-room, voices that, alas I Were but an echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. That school-room was not of Eton, but of Sion House, Brentford, where he passed several years preparatory...

Memoir of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Thomas Medwin, Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1833 - 180 страници
...subject to many persecutions which, in his introductory stanzas to ' The Revolt of Islam,' he depicts — Until there rose From the near school-room, voices that, alas ! Were but an echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. That school-room...

The Metropolitan, Том 13

1835
...spirit's sleep, a fresh May dawn it was : When I walked forth upon the glittering grass And wept, I know not why, until there rose, From the near school-room,...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes ! 4. And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,...

The Metropolitan Magazine, Том 13

1835
...spirit's sleep, a fresh May dawn it was : When I walked forth upon the glittering grass And wept, I know not why, until there rose, From the near school-room,...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes ! 4. And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes....

The American Quarterly Review, Том 19

Robert Walsh - 1836
...spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, and knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room,...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then I clasped my hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their...




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