 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
 | English literature - 1831
...spirit's sleep ; a fresh May morn 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 looked around, But none was near to mock my streaming eyes, Which pour'd their warm drops... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - Authors - 1828 - 512 pages
...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 school-room,...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 pages
...glittering grass, 4M,wcpt, I knew not why; until there rose From the near school- room, voices, thai, o nil. -.1 with thy soul 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 pages
...spirit's sleep : a fresh May-dawn it was. When I walk'd forth upon the glittering grass, And wept, I knew ! a pathless wilderness remains Yet unsubdued by...Let virtue teach thee firmly to pursue The gradual 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 pages
...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... | |
 | Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - Books and reading - 1832 - 304 pages
...sleep : a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering grass,. ,j 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 the... | |
 | Samuel Lorenzo Knapp - Books and reading - 1832 - 312 pages
...spirit's sleep: a fresh Maydawn it was, When I walked forth upon the glittering gras% -.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 the... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley, Thomas Medwin - Poets, English - 1833 - 200 pages
...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 pages
...subject to many persecutions which, in his introductory stanzas to ' The Revolt of 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... | |
 | English literature - 1835 - 596 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,... | |
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