 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1927 - 44 páginas
...the thorny road, Which leads , through toil and hate , to Fame's serene abode . V. VI. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished The nursling of...flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love teajs^instead of de.w-^ Most musical of mourners, weep anew! Thy extreme hope , the loveliest... | |
 | Arthur Beatty - 1928 - 582 páginas
...through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. But now, thy youngest, dearest one, hasjaerishedThe nursling of thy widowhood, who grew, Like a pale flower...the loveliest and the last, The bloom, whose petals nipped before they blew Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste; The broken lily lies — the storm... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 42 páginas
...treading the thorny road Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. 6. But now thy youngest, dearest one has perished, The nursling of...the loveliest and the last, The bloom whose petals, nipped before they blew, Died on the promise of the fruit, is waste ; The broken lily lies— the storm... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 páginas
...treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. ft But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished The nursling of...flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears, instead of dew; Most musical of mourners, weep anew! so Thy extreme hope, the loveliest... | |
 | Carl R. Woodring, James Shapiro - 1995 - 936 páginas
...treading the thomy road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished — The nursling...with true-love tears, instead of dew; Most musical of moumers, weep anew! i!) Thy extreme hope, the loveliest and the last. The bloom, whose petals nipped... | |
 | Geoffrey Miles - 1999 - 474 páginas
...treading the thorny road, Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. 6 But now, thy youngest, dearest one, has perished, The nursling...flower by some sad maiden cherished, And fed with true love tears, instead of dew; Most musical of mourners, weep anew! Thy extreme0 hope, the loveliest... | |
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In which suns perished. Others more sublime, Struck by the envious wrath of man or god, Have sunk, extinct in their refulgent prime ; And some yet live, treading the thorny road Which leads, through toil and hate, to Fame's serene abode. VI. But now thy... 
