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" 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... "
Putnam's Magazine: Original Papers on Literature, Science, Art, and National ... - Sida 20
1854
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The Poetical Album: And Register of Modern Fugitive Poetry, Volym 1

Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Volym 1

1829
...must bear, Till death-like sloop might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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...
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The American Monthly Magazine, Volym 1

1829
...must bear, Till death-like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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...
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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Xixth Century

Lyre - 1830 - 360 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow ure live : 48 SIBYLLINE LEAVES. Out« a her wedding-garment, cure her Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The Metropolitan, Volym 14

1835
...must bear. Till death, like tleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony ! And the second is headed " Mutability," a beautiful little piece. Shelley has been called an atheist:...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 603 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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, loo soon...
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The Cambridge University Magazine, Volym 1, Utgåva 1

1840
...must bear. Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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...
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Selections from the British Poets, Volym 2

Fitz-Greene Halleck - 1840
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that T were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volym 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. -And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many...
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