 | William Lawson (F.R.G.S.) - 1875 - 272 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...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then 1 clasped my hands and looked aronnd. But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their... | |
 | 1875 - 556 страници
...which burst My spirit's sleep, a fresh May dawn it was When 1 walk'd forth upon the glitt'ring grass, And wept, I knew not why, until there rose From the...echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating voice of tyrants am! of foes. And then I clasp'd my hands and look'd around, But none was near to mark... | |
 | Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876 - 870 страници
...burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-daxvn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, n forth, and drink With eager lips the wind of their...onward. These are the immortal Hours, Of whom thou didst their warm drops on the sunny ground ; So, without shame, I spake : ' I will be wise, And just, and... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1876 - 496 страници
...burst My spirit's1 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,2 voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1877 - 296 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...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 warm drops on the sunny... | |
 | William Howitt - 1877 - 732 страници
...glittering grass And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas t Were but one echo from a world of woes. The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. X 41 And then I clasped my hands, and looked around— But none was near to mark my streaming eyes.... | |
 | Charles Fleet - 1878 - 314 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... | |
 | Charles Fleet - 1878 - 318 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 - 1878 - 632 страници
...Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. 4. And then I clasped my hands, and looked around ; But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Y/hich poured their warm drops on the sunny ground. So, without shame, I spake : — " I will be wise,... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - 1879 - 216 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...strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasped my bands and looked around — — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their warm... | |
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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... 
