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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 Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington

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,...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge and Keats with a Memoir of Each ...

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 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. 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 Literary Life and Correspondence of the Countess of Blessington, Volym 2

Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...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,...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volym 2

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 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. 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 of the Nineteenth Century, Volym 1808

Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 397 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...
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The Eclectic Review

1858
...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...
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The College Magazine:, Volym 1

1858
...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...
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Shelley Memorials: from Authentic Sources. To which is Added an Essay on ...

lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 308 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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Shelley memorials: from authentic sources, ed. by lady Shelley. To which is ...

lady Jane Shelley - 1859
...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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Shelley Memorials: From Authentic Sources

lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 290 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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