 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...  Essays on the Poets: And Other English Writers - Sayfa 53Thomas De Quincey tarafından - 1853 - 296 sayfaTam görünüm - Bu kitap hakkında
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 sayfa
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 sayfa
...Shelley ! he was always the martyr, and it was under the smart of this oppression that he wrote : — There rose From the near school-room, voices, that...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. Revolt of Islam. And again : — Day after day — week after week — I walked about like a thing... | |
 | William Howitt - 1847 - 524 sayfa
...pass. I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-day it was When I walked forth upon the glittering grass And wept, I knew not...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. " And then I clasped... | |
 | 1848 - 796 sayfa
...and, sometimes, blows : — ' 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.' Revolt of Islam. And again : — • Day after day — week after week — I walked about like a thing... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 sayfa
...which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grase, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. IT* And then I clasped my hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1850 - 348 sayfa
...hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-day it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glitering grass, And wept, I knew not why, until there rose...near schoolroom, voices, that, alas ! Were but one ehco from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then I clasp'd... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 sayfa
...I do remember well the hour which burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked Ah no ! they hare withered roue From the near schoolroom voices that, alas 1 Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh... | |
 | 1852 - 318 sayfa
...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...and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then T clasped my hands and looked around, — But none was there to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - 740 sayfa
...still my heart has ever been. Thoughts of great deeds were mine, dear Friend, when first When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew...world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrant and of foes. Alas, that love should be a blight and snare To those who seek all sympathies in... | |
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