 Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek...  The Metropolitan - Sida 651835Obegränsad förhandsgranskning - Om den här boken
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 sidor
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...and hear the sea [Breathe o'er my dying brain its lost monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
 | 1835 - 606 sidor
...Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might fefl in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea...dying brain its last monotony ! And the second is beaded " Mutability," a beautiful little piece. Shelley has been called an atheist: the public still... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 528 sidor
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hoar the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 sidor
...ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet mnst bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
 | Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 152 sidor
...child, And weep away the life of care "Which I have borne and yet must bear ; Till death-like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, "Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 sidor
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 234 sidor
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853 - 770 sidor
...weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !' . . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True ; but why beautiful? Because... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 sidor
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize ځA T v 8 z 3 n 6 Y 0K i 2 Ǝ Z u7 Ҧ...j E k K!% Y чY ++H[z 3( є ( Q o ^ T 9 !" Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True; but why beautiful? Because there... | |
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