 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 - Page 255by Leigh Hunt - 1860 - 412 pagesFull view - About this book
 | 1835 - 616 pages
...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 know not...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.... | |
 | Robert Walsh - Serial publications - 1836 - 530 pages
...spirit's sleep: a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, and knew not why; until there rose From the near school-room,...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... | |
 | Charles White - 1837 - 1106 pages
...the little wood, a part of which was included within our bounds. There I walked, " And wept, I knew not why, until there rose, From the near school-room,...— The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foeg."* * Dedication to Shelley's " Revolt of Islam." The ahove lines evidently allude to Shelley's... | |
 | Henry Fothergill Chorley - 1838 - 190 pages
...spirit's sleep, a fresh May dawu it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew not why — until there rose, From the near school-room,...The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. '1 ---JA-..I And then I clasped my hands, and looked around;— But none was near to mock my streaming... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 pages
...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 hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pages
...I knew not why : until there rose From the near sehool-room, voiees, that, alas ! Were but one eeho from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then I elasped my hands and looked around, But none was near to moek my streaming eyes, Whieh poured their... | |
 | American literature - 1846 - 602 pages
...sleep ; a fresh May-dawn it wan, 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 poured their warm drops... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pages
...»leep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grafts, And wept, I knew o more ; Now pall the tasteless meats, and joyless...the soothing strain, Hitfusc the tuneful lenitives clasped my hands and looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which poured their... | |
 | Robert Chambers - Authors, English - 1844 - 738 pages
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grase, And wept, I knew , , The wretch, concentred all i bnt one echo from a world of woes — The harsh and grating strife of tyrants and of foes. And then... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - Authors, English - 1845 - 558 pages
...spirit's sleep : a fresh Maydawn 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 the warm drops... | |
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