| Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 стор.
...I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. " And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 стор.
...I knew not why; until there rose From the near school- room, voices, thai, alas ! Were but one echo this world of woe, To whom all things of Earth and Heaven do bow In fea foe*. 4And then I clasp* d my hands and look'd around — — But none was near to mock my streaming... | |
| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 стор.
...I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. 4. And then I clasp'd my hands and look'd around — — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes... | |
| William Tait, Christian Isobel Johnstone - 1846 - 828 стор.
...I knew not why ; until there rose, From the near school-room, voices that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife...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 their warm drops on the... | |
| Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - 1832 - 312 стор.
...I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes, The harsh and 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 the... | |
| Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - 1832 - 304 стор.
...I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes, The harsh and 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 the... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas Medwin - 1833 - 200 стор.
...Islam,' he depicts — Until there rose From the near school-room, voices that, alas I Were but an echo from a world of woes, The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. That school-room was not of Eton, but of Sion House, Brentford, where he passed several years preparatory... | |
| Thomas Medwin - 1833 - 196 стор.
...Islam,' he depicts — Until 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. That school-room was not of Eton, but of Sion House, Brentford, where he passed several years preparatory... | |
| 1835 - 596 стор.
...I know not why, until there rose, From the near school-room, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes ! 4. And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,... | |
| 1835 - 616 стор.
...I know not why, until there rose, From the near school-room, voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes ! 4. And then I clasped my hands, and look'd around — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes.... | |
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