 | Thomas De Quincey - 1863 - 424 страници
...which burst My spirit's sleep; s fresh Hay-dawn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass. And wept — I knew not why, until there rose, From the near school-room, voices that, alas ! Were hot one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 854 страници
...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...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. IV. So without shame, I spake : — " I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 834 страници
...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...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. IV. So without shame, I spake:—" I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in me lies Such... | |
 | Grantley Fitzhardinge Berkeley - 1865 - 410 страници
...what Shelley saw, and so sweetly referred to in the dedication of the " Revolt of Islam," when— " There rose From the near school-room voices, that,...harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes." Never can I forget the intense pain my mother caused me, I am sure in utter thoughtlessness, within... | |
 | Frederick William Orde Ward - 1865 - 80 страници
...myself as the enemy and victim of Nature, a sole champion, for ever pursuing or flying. I. STRIPE. "Voices that, alas! Were but one echo from a world...harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes." SIIEIAEY. C\ ENIUS is akin to madness. And at my birth, (if I ^-* ever was born ; for a voice, echo-like,... | |
 | Frederick William Orde Ward - 1865 - 554 страници
...myself as the enemy and victim of Nature, a sole champion, for ever pursuing or flying. I. STRIFE. "Voices that, alas! Were but one echo from a world...harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes." SHELLEY. C\ ENIUS is akin to madness. And at my birth, (if I ^-* ever was born ; for a voice, echo-like,... | |
 | 1866 - 496 страници
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, W he'ii I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, 1 knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas 1 Were but one echo from a world of woes — The hursli and grilling strife of tyrants and of foes.... | |
 | Henry Allon - 1859 - 740 страници
...markedly his characteristics. He seems to have alluded to them thus, in the ' Revolt of Islam' :— ' I wept, I knew not why : 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.1 When fourteen years... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 страници
...burst 21 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 school-room voices, that, alas ! 25 Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.... | |
 | 1870 - 462 страници
...grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room voices, that, alas ! 25 Were but one echo from a world of woes— The harsh...none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny groundSo without shame I spake:—'I will be wise, 31 And just, and free,... | |
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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... 
