 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 стор.
...lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried,...Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! EVENING. PONTE A MARE, PISA. THE sun is set; the swallows are asleep; The bats are flitting fast... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 стор.
...lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me...soon— Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither would'I ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night— Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon,... | |
 | 1824 - 488 стор.
...came and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noontide bee, Wouldst thou me? — And I replied, No, not thee !...Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! STANZAS, WRITTEN IN DEJECTION, NEAR NAPLES. . The sun is warm, the sky is clear, The waves are dancing... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 412 стор.
...brother, Death, came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child, Sleep, thy filmy-eyed, Murdered like a noon-tide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side...Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thee, blithe spirit ! Bird them never wert, That from heaven, or near it, Pourest... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 336 стор.
...and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child, Sleep, thy filmy-eyed, Murdered like a noon-tide hee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me ? —...ask the boon I ask of thee, beloved Night ; Swift he thine approaching flight, TO A SKYLARK. HA1L to thee, hlithe spirit ! Bird thou never wert. That... | |
 | Samuel Carter Hall - 1838 - 348 стор.
...came, and cried, Wouldst thou me ? Thy sweet child, Sleep, thy filmy-eyed, Murdered like a noon -tide bee, Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me...when thou art fled ; Of neither would I ask the boon 1 ask of thee, beloved Night ; Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO A SEYLARK. HAIL... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 стор.
...Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death eame, and cried, Wouldst thou me ! Thy sweet child Sleep,...Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon ! TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory — Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 396 стор.
...lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried,...Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled ; 1 Of neither would 1 ask the boon ; I ask of thee, beloved Night — Swift be thine approaching flight,... | |
 | 1842 - 538 стор.
...lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. " Thy brother Death came, and cried,...Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon !" Passing from Shelley's merely literary characteristics, and proceeding to consider those of his... | |
 | 1842 - 504 стор.
...to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sigh'd for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Shall I nestle near thy side? Would'st thou me? —...Swift be thine approaching flight, Come soon, soon! DEATH OF LIONEL. One eve he led me to this fane : Daylight on its last purple cloud Was lingering grey,... | |
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I sighed for thee; When light rode high, and the dew was gone. And noon lay heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. Thy brother Death came, and cried, Wouldst thou me? Thy sweet... 
