 | William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1846 - 822 Seiten
...burst My spirit's sleep ; a fresh May-dawn it ivas, When 1 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 Seiten
...burst My spirit's sleep : a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, A nd wept I knew not why ; until there rose From the near...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 the... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1846 - 610 Seiten
...which burst My spirit's sleep ; a fresh May-dawn it was, When I wnlk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept — I knew not why ; until there rose, From the near school-room, voiorls, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of .woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 Seiten
...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 bhame, I spake : — " I will be wise, And just,... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...of Islam, where he says — " 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." Captain Medwin, who is a relative, was Shelley's school-fellow there, and says, " this place was a... | |
 | 1848 - 796 Seiten
...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 Seiten
...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 - 354 Seiten
...which burst 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 to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd... | |
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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... 
