 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...  The New Annual Register, Or General Repository of History, Politics, and ... - Side 1601825Uten tilgangsbegrensning - Om denne boken
 | 1824 - 798 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. 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...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy 'd, like joy in memory yet. The following lines also appear to us extremely beautiful, though,... | |
 | 1824 - 984 sider
...dying brain its last monotony 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...for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Ualike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, tho1 enjoy'd, like... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. 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...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December, 1818. AUTUMN: A DIRGE. THE warm sun is failing, the bleak... | |
 | 1824 - 818 sider
...last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which mylost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy 'd, like joy in memory yet. The following lines also appear to us extremely beautiful, though,... | |
 | 1824 - 488 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with...one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike tius day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 604 sider
...brain its lust monotony. 44 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...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — und yet regret. Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 sider
...when lliis swcei day is gone, .., . н , Which my lost heart, too »oon grown ojd, Insults with i Ы . untimely moan ; They might lament— for I am one...yet regret«, , ,] Unlike this day, which, when the sua Shall on its stainless glory »et, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet." We have... | |
 | 1824 - 486 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. Sonic might lament when 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 1 am onr, Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. 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 sun Shall... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 sider
...lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon%rown oUl, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament...Shall' on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. December, 1818. MISCELLANEOUS POEMS. 51 AUTUMN; THE warm sun is failing,... | |
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