 | Jeremiah Lewis Diman - 1866 - 726 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... | |
 | Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 sidor
...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... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 710 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. CXI. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. " ~~T)UILD me straight, O worthy Master I \J Stanch and... | |
 | 1869 - 254 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 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... | |
 | 1872 - 900 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... | |
 | Samuel Orchart Beeton - 1873 - 782 sidor
...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... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 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, AH I, when this sweet day is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1874 - 584 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... | |
 | John Greenleaf Whittier - 1876 - 562 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. TO A SKYLARK. HAIL to thce, blithe spirit! Bird thou never wert, That from heaven, or near it, I'ourest... | |
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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... 
