 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 714 страници
...which burst My spirit's sleep. A fresh May-^awn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering graii, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then I cla,ped my handss and looked around : But none was near to mock my straining eye-. Which poured their... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench - 1870 - 466 страници
...not why ; until there rose From the near school-room voices, that, alas ! 25 Were but one echo frorh a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of...none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground — So without shame I spake: — 'I will be wise, 31 And just,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1870 - 448 страници
...grass, '•'. And wept, I know not why, until there rose, From the near schoolroom, voices that, alasl Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then I clasp'd my hands, and look'd around, — But none was near to mock my streamiug eyes, '- - Which pour'd... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 страници
...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 foei. THE REVOLT OF ISLAM. And then I clasped my hands and looked around, But noue was near to mock... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 448 страници
...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, voices, that, alas ! AVere but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.... | |
 | Anthologia Anglica - 1873 - 512 страници
...which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasp'd my hands and look'd around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd their... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 584 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...none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground — So without shame, I spake : — " I will be wise, And just,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 646 страници
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, 1 knew not why ; until there rose From the near schoolroom,...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. Mrs. Shelley. And then I clasped my hands and looked arcHind — But none was near to mock my streaming... | |
 | 1874 - 992 страници
...which burst Mv spirit's sleep, a fresh May dawn it was When 1 walk'd forth upon thegliu'ring grass. And wept, I 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 h.irsh and grating voice of tyrants and of foes. And... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1875 - 598 страници
...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,...none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm drops on the sunny ground) — So without shame I spake — I will be wise, And just, and... | |
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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... 
