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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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A NEW LIBRARY OF POETRY AND SONG

WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT - 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. PERCY BYSSHE SHELLEY. MY SHIP. DOWN to the wharves, as the sun goes down, And the daylight's tumult...
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The Dublin university magazine

University magazine - 1877
...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. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society verse, he will ignobly fail in comparison with such...
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The Dublin University Magazine: A Literary and Political Journal

1877
...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. If Mortimer Collins is but a writer of society Terse, he will 1877.] Journalism and Poetry of Mortimer...
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The Evangelical repository. Vol. 1- new

1877
...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." Poor Shelley! We could have wished that a ray from the lamp of Christian hope had shone on his weary...
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Good Company, Volym 1

1878
...must bear, Till death-like sleep should steal on me, And I should feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But Sally was young and a girl! She craved life and variety, and she was getting woefully tired of the...
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Minor Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1878 - 396 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...
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A Poetry-book of Modern Poets

Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 334 sidor
...must bear, — Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check 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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Shelley, Volym 2

John Addington Symonds - 1878
...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 monotouy. Trelawny tells a story of his friend's life at Lerici, which further illustrates his preoccupation...
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Shelley

John Addington Symonds - 1879 - 189 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. Trelawny tells a story of his friend's life at Lcrici, which further illustrates his preoccupation...
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Fraser's Magazine for Town and Country, Volym 20

1879
...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. Who that reads these sighing lines but must feel for the heart that breathed them ! Yet how can we...
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