 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 str.
...prey Many a day. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep! Merry hours, smile instead, • , • For the year...nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to-day; Solemn hours! wait aloud • For your mother in her shroud. As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 str.
...prey Many a day. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, -.'... For the year is...an earthquake rocks -a corse In its coffin in the clay,So White Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to-day; Sotemn hours ! wait aloud... | |
 | 1824 - 406 str.
...Greatness, our quotations must end. " Orphan hours, the year is dead Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep, See, it -mil,- as it is Bleeping, Mocking your untimely weeping. As an earthquake rocks a corse, In its coffin... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 str.
...prey Many a day. Sm DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep....rocks a corse . In its coffin in the clay, So White Wintw, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wail aloud For your mother... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 str.
...Mare on the Arno. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR ORPHAN hours, the year i« dead. Come and sigh, come and weep! metimes the living by the i» sleeping. Mocking your untimely weeping As an earthquake rocks a corse In its coffin in the clay.... | |
 | 1832 - 386 str.
...vanquish'd Grave. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. Orphan hours, the Year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep....Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to day ; Solemn hours ! wail aloud For your Mother in her shroud. As the wild air stirs and sways The... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 str.
...prey Many a day. DIRGE FOR THE \EAR. ORPHAN hours, the ycaris dead, Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep....clay, So White Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the dead-cold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wait aloud For your mother in her shroud. As the wild air stirs... | |
 | 1838 - 332 str.
...of heaven. WARE. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead, Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep....the clay, So white winter, that rough nurse, Rocks — tlie death-cold year tc-day ; Solemn hours, wail aloud, For your mother in her shroud. As the wild... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 str.
...and thy sad cry. DIRGE FOR THE YEAR ORPHAN hours, the year is dead, Come and righ, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep....Mocking your untimely weeping. As an earthquake rocks a com In its coffin in the clay, So while Winter, that rough nurse. Rocks the death-cold year to-day... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 str.
...being himself alone. DIHGE FOR THE YEAR. ORPHAN hours, the year is dead. Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep:...clay, So White Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the dead-cold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wail aloud For your mother in her shroud. As the wild air stirs... | |
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ORPHAN hours, the year is dead. Come and sigh, come and weep ! Merry hours, smile instead, For the year is but asleep. See, it smiles as it is sleeping, Mocking your untimely weeping. 
