 | Leigh Hunt - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 354
...which hurst My spirit's sleep : a fresh May-day 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 tor mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1850 - عدد الصفحات: 348
...wept, I knew not why, until there rose From the 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 my hands, and looked around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd their... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - عدد الصفحات: 764
...glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there roue From the near schoolroom voices that, alas 1 ide, And here's neither dress nor adornments allowed, But the long winding-sheet a aud of foes. I And then I clasped my hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming... | |
 | 1852 - عدد الصفحات: 318
...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... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 316
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 310
...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...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... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...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...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasp'd ray hands, and look'd around — (But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd... | |
 | Thomas De Quincey - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 320
...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...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... | |
 | Beautiful poetry - 1853 - عدد الصفحات: 740
...to weep ; Penance is not for you, BEAUTIFUL POETRY. When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why : until there rose From the...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - عدد الصفحات: 508
...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. rv. did pass. So without shame, I spake : — " I will be wise, And just, and free, and mild, if in... | |
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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... 
