Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now; And let mild, pitying thoughts lighten for thee Thy sorrow's load. Err not in harsh despair, But tears and patience. One thing more, my child : For thine own sake be constant... Edinburgh Monthly Review - 595 ÆäÀÌÁö1820Àüüº¸±â - µµ¼ Á¤º¸
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 714 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— cold. Say farewell, before Death chokes that gentle voice ! Oh let me hear You speak ! Beatrice. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...the love Thou bearest us ; and to the faith that I, Though wrapped in a strange cloud of crime and shame, Lived ever holy and unstained. And, though Ill... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— Dead ! The sweet bond broken. Enter CAMILLO and Guards. They come ! Let me THE CENCI. Beatrice. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...Err not in harsh despair, But tears and patience. Oue thing more, my child : For thine own sake be constant to the love Thou bearest us ; and to the... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 646 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— cold. Say farewell, before Death chokes that gentle voice ! O, let me hear You speak ! / Beatr. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...the love Thou bearest us ; and to the faith that I, Though wrapt in a strange cloud of crime and shame, Lived ever holy and unstained. And though 111 tongues... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1879 - 660 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— cold. Say farewell, before Death chokes that gentle voice ! Oh let me hear You speak ! Beatrice. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...not in harsh despair, But tears and patience. One thmg more, my child : For thine own sake be constant to the love Thou bearest us ; and to the faith... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 660 ÆäÀÌÁö
...white — cold. Say farewell, before Death chokes that gentle voice ! O, let me hear You speak ! Beatr. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...the love Thou bearest us ; and to the faith that I, Though wrapt in a strange cloud of crime nnd shame, Lived ever holy and unstained. And though lll tongues... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 486 ÆäÀÌÁö
...like him in its perfection with the brow, word as inserted before a bond, that in the next speech. Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now : And let...But tears and patience. One thing more, my child, ur, For thine own sake be constant to the love Thou bearest us; and to the faith that I, Tho' wrapt... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 458 ÆäÀÌÁö
...all our IOvO8,— Be as a mark stamped on th1ne innocent so like him in its perfection with the brow, Of our sad fate with gentleness, as now: And let mild,...But tears and patience. One thing more, my child, 14o For thine own sake be constant to the love Thou bearest us; and to the faith that I, Tho" wrapt... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Michael Rossetti - 1881 - 478 ÆäÀÌÁö
...— cold. Say farewell, before Death chokes that gentle voice ! Oh let me hear You speak ! Beatrice. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...the love Thou bearest us ; and to the faith that I, Though wrapped in a strange cloud of crime and shame, Lived ever holy and unstained. And, though 111... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881 - 474 ÆäÀÌÁö
...white— cold. Say farewell, before Death chokes that gentle voice ! Oh let me hear You speak ! Beatrice. Farewell, my tender brother. Think Of our sad fate...the love Thou bearest us ; and, to the faith that I, _Th_Qjugk wrapped in a strange cloud of crime and shame, Lived ever holy and unstained. And, though... | |
| Alfred Hix Welsh - 1882 - 1108 ÆäÀÌÁö
...execution, could not easily be surpassed for naturalness, force of simplicity, and moral sweetness: 'Farewell, my tender brother! Think Of our sad fate...constant to the love Thou bearest us; and to the faith thai I, Though wrapped in a strange cloud of crime and shame. Lived ever holy and unstained. And though... | |
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