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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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Literary Leaves, 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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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 363 sidor
...bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in tin warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were eold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Whieh 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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The Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 344 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 Lyre: Fugitive Poetry of the Nineteenth Century

Lyre - 1841 - 344 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 Christian Teacher, Volym 4

1842
...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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Cyclopædia of English literature, Volym 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow of FP $ 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some might...
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Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volym 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow yer, Forget 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 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 Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 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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