 So high in heaven no human eye may mark The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake ill fate can do no ill The resting heart shall not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it bleed; For this brief space the loud world's voice...  Scribners Monthly - ˹éÒ 4241878ÁØÁÁͧ·Ñé§àÅèÁ - à¡ÕèÂǡѺ˹ѧÊ×ÍàÅèÁ¹Õé
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1832 - 1022 ˹éÒ
...clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven no human eye may mark cleaving The thin swift pinion through the gray. Till we awake ill fate can do no...not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it bleed ; For this brief space the loud world's voice is still, No faintest echo of it brings us pain.... | |
 | 1875 - 782 ˹éÒ
...tilt: enchanted dark To rosy daybreak, — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven no human eye may mark The sharp swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake, ill fate can do no ill, The resting heart... | |
 | 1877 - 796 ˹éÒ
...pay To that sweet bitter world we J;now by day. We are clean quit of it, as ba lark So high in hearen no human eye may mark The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake 111 fate can do no ill, The rating heart shall not take up again The heavy load that yet must make... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1876 - 164 ˹éÒ
...the enchanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high...not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it bleed; For this brief space the loud world's voice is still, No faintest echo of it brings us pain.... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1876 - 114 ˹éÒ
...the enchanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven...not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it day. For this brief space the loud world's voice is still, No faintest echo of it brings us pain.... | |
 | 1878 - 926 ˹éÒ
...know by day. We are clean quit of it. as is л lark So high in Heaven no human eye may mark The th.n swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake...not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it bleed ; For this orief space the loud world's voice is »till, No faintest echo of it biings us... | |
 | Sir Hall Caine - 1882 - 378 ˹éÒ
...the enchanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high...not take up again The heavy load that yet must make it bleed ; For this brief space the loud world's voice is still, No faintest echo of it brings us pain.... | |
 | Charlotte Fiske Bates - 1882 - 984 ˹éÒ
...the enchanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as Is a lark So high in heaven no human eye may mark mouth The thin swift pinion cleaving through tlie gray. Till wo awake il! fate can do no ill The resting... | |
 | Thomas Bailey Aldrich - 1882 - 274 ˹éÒ
...the enchanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven no human eye can mark The thin swift pinion cleaving through the gray. Till we awake ill fate can do no ill, The... | |
 | Henry George Bohn - 1883 - 782 ˹éÒ
...the enchanted dark To purple daybreak — little thought we pay To that sweet bitter world we know by day. We are clean quit of it, as is a lark So high in heaven no human eye can mark The thin, swift pinion cleaving through the gray. 1293 TB Aldrich : Sonnet. Sleep. Dreams... | |
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