 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880 - 650 páginas
...with thine opiate wand — Come, long-sought ! III. When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon...Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. IV. Thy brother Death came, and cried, 'Wouldst thou me?' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 616 páginas
...the Posthumous with a small d. Poemt (1824). III. When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon...heavy on flower and tree, And the weary Day turned to hisi rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. IV. Thy brother Death came, and cried,... | |
 | William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1124 páginas
...with thine opiate wand, — Come, long-sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; 2 wear}' Day turned to her rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, 1 sighed for thee ! Thy brother Death... | |
 | Anna Callender Brackett - 1881 - 348 páginas
...all with thine opiate wand — Come, long-sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon...side ? Wouldst thou me ? And I replied No, not thee ! Deatli will come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled; Of neither... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 770 páginas
...all with thine opiate wand. Come, long-sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon...Murmured like a noontide bee, Shall I nestle near tliy side ? Wouldst thou me? — and I replied, No, not thee ! Death will come when thou art dead,... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 páginas
...all with thine opiate wandCome, long-sought ! III. When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon...Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee. IV. Thy brother Death came, and cried, 'Wouldst thou me?' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured... | |
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 páginas
...all with thine opiate wand — Come, long-sought! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sigh'd for thee ; d the storm, Scarce rear'd above the parent earth Thy tender form. The flaunting flowers our gardens turn'd to his rest, Lingering like an unloved guest, I sigh'd for thee. Thy brother Death came, and... | |
 | Avary W. Holmes-Forbes - 1881 - 268 páginas
...Sleep is a child that murmurs like a bee. The same poem furnishes us with another complication, where " the weary day turned to his rest, lingering like an unloved guest." The climax of this species of analogy is, perhaps, reached in a short poem by the same author, where... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1882 - 362 páginas
...Thy brother Death came, and cried Wouldst them me ? Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmur'd like a noon-tide bee Shall I nestle near thy side...Wouldst thou me ? — And I replied No, not thee ! Death wilt come when thou art dead, Soon, too soon — Sleep will come when thou art fled ; Of neither would... | |
 | Charles Anderson Dana - 1882 - 906 páginas
...all with thine opiate wand — Come, long-sought ! When I arose and saw the dawn, I sighed for thee ; When light rode high, and the dew was gone, And noon lay heavy on flower und tree, And the weary Day turned to her rest. Lingering like an unloved guest, I sighed for thee... | |
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Thy brother Death came, and cried, ' Wouldst thou me ? ' Thy sweet child Sleep, the filmy-eyed, Murmured like a noon-tide bee, ' Shall I nestle near thy side ? Wouldst thou me '? — And I replied, 
