 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Andrew Rutherford - 1995 - 536 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might seize 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! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True: but why beautiful? Because there... | |
 | Laura Quinney - 1999 - 232 sidor
...yet 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. (28-36) It would be fair to say that "despair is mild" in the late lyrics too, and yet the speaker's... | |
 | Diane Ravitch, Michael Ravitch - 2006 - 512 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... | |
 | Thomas R. Frosch - 2007 - 368 sidor
...it is in the Stanzas written in Dejection, near Naples: "I could lie down like a tired child . . . and hear the Sea / Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony" (30, 35-36). The existence of these two contrary impulses is still an incompletely resolved problem... | |
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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... 
