 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...  American Quarterly Review - 277 psl.redagavo - 1836Visos knygos peržiūra - Apie šią knygą
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 psl.
...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 near school-room,...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 psl.
...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 near schoolroom,...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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1850 - 354 psl.
...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 near schoolroom,...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 - 348 psl.
...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 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... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1851 - 764 psl.
...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 - 318 psl.
...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... | |
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