 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 603 páginas
...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown oM, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, whon the sun Shall on its stainless glory set. Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet,... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1880
...sweet day is gone, Which mv lost heart, too soon grown Ola, Insult* "with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not ; and yet regret, TJnlike this day, which, when the bun Shall on Its stainless glory set. Will linger, though enjoyed,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881
...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December, 1818. SONG FOR TASSO. I loved — alas ! our life is love ; But when we cease to breathe... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 958 páginas
...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They - yrtPERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. THE FUGITIVES. X. The waters are flashing, The white hail is dashing, The... | |
 | M. Arnold - 1881
...with this untimely moan. They might lament — for I am one I Whom men love not, and yet regret ; J Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. (December, 1818.) ODE TO THE WEST WIND. L O wild West Wind, thou breath of Autumn's being, Thou from... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1002 páginas
...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They ee. JOSEPH tahalí on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'cl, like joy in memory yet. PERCY BYSSHB... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1882 - 958 páginas
...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They 0 "/ 1882 Harper" Sargent Epes" Epes Sargent( PERCY BTSSHE SHELLEY. 423 THE FUGITIVES. i. The waters are flashing, The white hail is dashing, The... | |
 | Anna Lydia Ward - 1883 - 618 páginas
...this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan. They might lament ; for I am one Whom men love not, and...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. PEKCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. DRlFTlNG APART. OUT of sight of the heated land, Over the breezy sea, Into the... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 412 páginas
...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. To MUSIC, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within... | |
 | English Lyrics - 1883 - 296 páginas
...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not —...Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. CLXXIL SONG. TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND. MEN of England, wherefore plough For the lords who lay ye low ?... | |
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Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the... 
