 | Belgravia - 1876 - 562 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...keen sun's dart ; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art. Doth a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound... | |
 | 1876 - 600 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ?, Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...keen sun's dart ; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art. Doth a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound... | |
 | 1876 - 580 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said, for the wind's wing closes, And mild loaves muffle the keen sun's dart ; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is... | |
 | George Smith, William Makepeace Thackeray - 1877 - 854 psl.
...it start. When nf ver a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...keen sun's dart : Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea doze^, And the wind is unquieter still than thou ai+. Doth a thought in thee still as a thorn's... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1877 - 808 psl.
...part? Only the eong of a secret bird. Lio still, I said, for the wind's wing closes, And mild loaves muffle the keen sun's dart ; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is unquieter still than thou art. Doth a thought in theo still as a thorn's... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1878 - 296 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...closes, And mild leaves muffle the keen sun's dart; 124 A BALLAD OF DREAMLAND. Does the fang still fret thee of hope deferred ? What bids the lids of thy... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1887 - 252 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...keen sun's dart; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art. Does a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound... | |
 | Max Koch, Ludwig Geiger, Wilhelm Wetz, Joseph Collin, Philipp August Becker - 1904 - 498 psl.
...should it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred? What made sleep flutter his wings and part? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...wing closes, And mild leaves muffle the keen sun's dort; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art. Auf... | |
 | Jakob Schipper - 1888 - 630 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...wind's wing closes, And mild leaves muffle the keen яин'в dart; 1Ле still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And Hie wind is unquieler still than... | |
 | Algernon Charles Swinburne - 1889 - 314 psl.
...it start, When never a leaf of the rose-tree stirred ? What made sleep flutter his wings and part ? Only the song of a secret bird. Lie still, I said,...keen sun's dart ; Lie still, for the wind on the warm sea dozes, And the wind is unquieter yet than thou art. Does a thought in thee still as a thorn's wound... | |
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I HID my heart in a nest of roses, Out of the sun's way, hidden apart ; In a softer bed than the soft white snow's is, Under the roses I hid my heart. Why would it sleep not? 
