 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 ページ
...in the clay, So White Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to-day; Solemn hours! wait aloud • For your mother in her shroud. As the wild...child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year:—be calm and mild, Trembling hours, she will arise With new love within her eyes. January grey... | |
 | 1824 - 406 ページ
...the clay, So White Winter, that rough nurse. Rocks the death-cold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wait aloud For your mother in her shroud. As the wild air...tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude duys Rocks the year; — be culm and mild, Trembling hours, she will arise With new love within her... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 ページ
...the 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...child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year: — becalm and mild, Trembling hours ; bhe will arise With new love within her eyes. January grey is... | |
 | 1835 - 416 ページ
...corse In its coffin in the clay, So white Winter, that rough nurse, Rocks the death-cold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wail aloud For your mother in her shroud....Trembling hours, she will arise With new love within he* eyes. January grey is here, Like a sexton by her grave ; February bears the bier, March, with grief,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 ページ
...nurse. Rocks the death-cold year to-day , Solemn hours ! wait aloud For your mother in her shroud. AM the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle...year: — be calm and mild. Trembling hours, she will arue With new love within her eyes. 484 January gray n here, Like a sexton by her grave ; February... | |
 | 1838 - 332 ページ
...its coffin in 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 oir stirs and sways, The tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these ruder days, Rocks the... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 408 ページ
...corse In its coffin in the 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 and sways The tree-swnng cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year : — be ealm and mild,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 ページ
...eorse In its eoffin in the elay, So White Winter, that rough nurse, Roeks the dead-eold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wail aloud For your mother in her shroud. As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung eradle of a ehild, So the breath of these rude days Roeks the year : — be ealm and mild, Trembling... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 ページ
...cone In its coffin in the clay, So White Winter, that rough mine. Rocks the dead-cold year to-day ; Solemn hours ! wail aloud For your mother in her shroud....tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude day« Rocks the year : — be calm and mild, Trembling hours ; she will arise With new love within... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 ページ
...the clay. So white Winter, that rough 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 of a child. January gray is here, Like a sexton by her grave; February bears the bier, March with grief doth howl... | |
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As the wild air stirs and sways The tree-swung cradle of a child, So the breath of these rude days Rocks the year : — be calm and mild, Trembling hours, she will arise With new love within her eyes. 
