 Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: What if my leaves are falling like its own! The tumult of thy mighty harmonies Will take from both a deep, autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one!  English Prose and Poetry (1137-1892) - Strana 463autor/autoři: John Matthews Manly - 1916 - 792 str.Úplné zobrazení - Podrobnosti o knize
 | Vicesimus Knox - 1825 - 404 str.
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 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 str.
...a eloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has ehained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud....autumnal tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fieree, My spirit 1 Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 584 str.
...a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud...tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves... | |
 | Mary Botham Howitt - 1854 - 592 str.
...heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud. \. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if...tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 str.
...a cloud ! 1 fall upon the thorns of life ; I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee ; tameless, and swift, and proud....tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves... | |
 | 1860 - 528 str.
...whose unseen presence the leave» dead Are driven, like ghosts from an enchanter fleeing, * * * * * • Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is ! What if...tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous me ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves,... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 str.
...! A heavy weight of hours has chain'd and bow'd One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud. Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is : What if...Sweet, though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like wither'd leaves,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1862 - 524 str.
...a cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee : tameless, and swift, and proud....tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one ! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe Like withered leaves... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1864 - 344 str.
...plain and hill: wild spirit, which art moving every where: destroyer and preserver; hear, oh hear! Make me thy lyre, even as the forest is: what if my...tone, sweet though in sadness. Be thou, spirit fierce, my spirit! Be thou me, impetuous one! Drive my dead thoughts over the universe like withered leaves... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 str.
...cloud ! I fall upon the thorns of life ! I bleed ! \ A heavy weight of hours has chained and bowed One too like thee — tameless, and swift, and proud....tone, Sweet though in sadness. Be thou, Spirit fierce, My spirit ! Be thou me, impetuous one I Drive my dead thoughts over the universe, Like withered leaves,... | |
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