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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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Foliorum silvula, selections for translation into Latin and Greek verse, by ...

Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866
...yet 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 586 DELIA 'T'ELL me, my heart, fond slave of hopeless love, JL and doomed its woes wi.thout...
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The Garland of Poetry for the Young: A Selection in Four Parts, Volym 1–2

Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868
...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. CXI. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. " ~~T)UILD me straight, O worthy Master I \J Stanch and...
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Leaves from the Poets' Laurels

1869 - 220 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 Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley: Including Various ..., Volym 2

Percy Bysshe Shelley, William Michael Rossetti - 1870 - 616 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. v. 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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A Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best Poets

William Cullen Bryant - 1872 - 789 sidor
...must bear, 228 TilJ death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might frei in the wann air My cheek grow d days, one summer noon, an arm Hose up from out the bosom of the lak PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. BYRON'S LATEST VERSES. CMissoloachi. January 33, 1834. On this day I completed...
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Encyclopaedia of English & American Poetry from Caedmon & King Alfred's ...

Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow . 3. 3. Shelley.— Born 1792, Died 1822. 1370.— OZYMANDIAS OP EGYPT. I met a traveller from an antique land...
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The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes ...

Casket - 1874
...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, AH I, when this sweet day is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon...
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley; Essays, Letters from Abroad ...

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 527 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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Songs of Three Centuries

John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876
...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. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest...
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Chambers's Cyclopædia of English Literature: A History, Critical ..., Volym 2

Robert Chambers, Robert Carruthers - 1876
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow fearful sy ؉+ 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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