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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 Shirburnian, Volym 1, Utgåva 1

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." — Shelley. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain ! The wanderer passeth to the sea — Long years of...
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Miscellanies, Volym 1

Charles Kingsley - 1859
...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...
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New Miscellanies

Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 375 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...
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Russell's Magazine

Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860
...bear, Till death, like sleep, might seize on me, Anil I might feel, in the warm air, My cheelc grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !'' We are told by Mr. Kingsley that II Shelley's range of vision is very narrow, his subjects few,...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 332 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. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these...
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A book of English poetry; ed. by T. Shorter

Thomas Shorter - 1861
...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. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I went to the window to see the sight ;...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, Volym 2

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1862
...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 nlonotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,...
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Gems of English Poetry: With Illustrations by Great Artists

English poetry - 1865 - 302 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. VERSES. 'NTHINKING, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and talked, and danced, and sung ; And,...
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Ephemera

George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 377 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 Nation and the Constitution: An Oration Delivered Before the City ...

Jeremiah Lewis Diman - 1866 - 23 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep should steal on me, And I might fuel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Oh why was he not spared to us one summer more, that we might show him the sea? How all our coast 22...
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