 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
 | 1858 - 398 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." One might almost think that Shelley foresaw his own early death.... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 sider
...I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was 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. TO NIGHT. SWIFTLY walk over the western wave, Spirit of Night! Out... | |
 | 1858 - 812 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with...untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one "Whom meu love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, w-hen the sun Shall on its stainless glory... | |
 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 412 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 - 1865 - 744 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 inoan; They mightHament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | Carroll Ryan - 1867 - 332 sider
...blest I THE LAMENT OF ARMAND. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this swer t day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; — " ****** « * * I live to show How much men bear, and die not." —Slietley. Beneath the shade... | |
 | Edward Dingle - 1868 - 350 sider
...world ? Who that puffs such men for their mere talent can be called a patriot? truly might he say — "for I am one Whom men love not; and yet regret — Unlike this day, which when the sun Shall in its stainless glory set — Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory set." What a contrast... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 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 ; 40 They might lament— for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | 1869 - 254 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. Shelley. THE ISLE. THERE was a little lawny islet By anemone and violet,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 664 sider
...dying brain its last monotony. 5. 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. MISERY. 1. COME, be happy, — sit near me, Shadow-vested... | |
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