 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 of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes.  The Autobiography of Leigh Hunt - Сторінка 255автори: Leigh Hunt - 1860 - 412 стор.Повний перегляд - Докладніше про цю книгу
 | George Barnett Smith - 1877 - 298 стор.
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May dawn 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 clasped my hands, and look'd around ; But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their... | |
 | William Howitt - 1877 - 732 стор.
...glittering grass And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near school-room, voices, that, alas t Were but one echo from a world of woes. The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. X 41 And then I clasped my hands, and looked around— But none was near to mark my streaming eyes.... | |
 | Charles Fleet - 1878 - 318 стор.
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May dawn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room...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 their warm drops... | |
 | Charles Fleet - 1878 - 314 стор.
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May dawn it was, When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why; until there rose From the near school-room...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 their warm drops... | |
 | John Addington Symonds - 1879 - 216 стор.
...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 school-room,...grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I clasped my bands and looked around — — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1879 - 660 стор.
...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...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. 4. And then I clasped my hands, and looked around ; But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1879 - 428 стор.
...sleep : a fresh Muy-dawn it was, '• Wnen I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why: until there rose From the near school-room voices that, alas 1 Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And... | |
 | Boys - 1880 - 362 стор.
...sometimes, they never wholly recover. The poet has expressed their misery in beautiful verse : — " There rose From the near schoolroom voices that, alas...harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes." 1 I once saw a bully undergo a peculiarly satisfactory punishment. At H School, Thompson was the terror... | |
 | George Henry Calvert - 1880 - 316 стор.
...grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose, Fr««n the near school-room, voices, that, alas I Were but one echo from a world of woes — The harsh...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 their... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 468 стор.
...upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why ; until there rose From the near school-room,2 voices, that, alas ! Were but one echo from a world...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. 4. And then I clasped my hands and looked around — — But none was near to mock my streaming eyes,... | |
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