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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 works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, ed. by mrs. Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847
...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 Metropolitan Magazine, Volym 14

1835
...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 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony ! And the second is beaded " Mutability," a beautiful little piece. Shelley has been called an atheist:...
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The Poetry and Poets of Britain: From Chaucer to Tennyson ; with ...

Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 544 sidor
...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 that I were eold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Whieh my lost heart, too soon...
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Reddenda; or, Passages with parallel hints for translation into Latin prose ...

Frederick Edward Gretton - 1853 - 130 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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Thalatta: a book for the sea-side [verse, compiled by S. Longfellow].

Thalatta, Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 206 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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Fraser's Magazine, Volym 48

James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853
...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...
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Putnam's Monthly, Volym 3

1854
...the wann air My cheek prow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er uiy dying brain its last monotony.*4 But the ground was very damp, the rain was pelting,...the necessity and duty of making one last, resolute effort for self-preservation. So I arose, took out my ivory tablets, pencilled a few lines of kind...
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Eclectic Magazine: Foreign Literature, Volym 31

1854
...must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow orn, first hope !" Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True; but why beautiful? Because there...
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The Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington, Volym 2

Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...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." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,...
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Arvon; or The trials, Volym 1

Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855
...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. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart...
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