 | Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855 - 322 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. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart... | |
 | 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." In two other poems of his, there are likewise passages bearing most singularly on that kind of death,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 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... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 618 sidor
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, 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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 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... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 sidor
...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1858 - 812 sidor
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My chock 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 done, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1858 - 398 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek fever 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... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - 338 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." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was snatched... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - 340 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." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was snatched... | |
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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... 
