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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 poetry-book of modern poets, selected and arranged by A. B. Edwards

Amelia Ann Blanford Edwards - 1879
...must bear, — Till death like sleep might steal on me, And l 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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Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880
...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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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 603 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 Family Library of Poetry and Song: Being Choice Selections from the Best ...

William Cullen Bryant - 1880 - 1065 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the wann air My cheek grow ; The window PERCY BVSSHE SHELLEY. ROSALIE. 0, POUR upon my soul again That sad, unearthly strain That seems from...
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Poems, selected and arranged by S.A. Brooke

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880
...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 English Poets: Wordsworth to Dobell

Thomas Humphry Ward - 1880
...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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Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 394 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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Poems Selected from Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1880 - 394 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, They might lament — for...
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Gems of national poetry. Compiled and ed. by mrs. Valentine

Laura Valentine - 1880
...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 Works of Charles Kingsley, Volym 20

Charles Kingsley - 1880
...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 senr timental. True : but why beautiful ? Because there...
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