 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1002 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow aths, Thy goodness I'll adore — And praise Thee for Thy mercies pas Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1881
...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... | |
 | M. Arnold - 1881
...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... | |
 | Epes Sargent - 1881 - 958 sidor
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might fool in the warm air My cheek grow , monotouy. Some might lament that I were cold, , As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1882
...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. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water at The deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple... | |
 | Edgar Mertner, Leigh Hunt, Leigh Hunt - 1966
...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 done, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 692 sidor
...must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Andrew Rutherford - 1995 - 513 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... | |
 | ...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. (28-36) It would be fair to say that "despair is mild" in the late lyrics too, and yet the speaker's... | |
 | Oliver Caviglioli, Ian Harris - 2000 - 224 sidor
...unfulfilled genius: Andre Chenier, Keats, and Shelley, who himself yeamed to be absorbed into the infinite, 'and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony'., Most famous of all these short-lived geniuses was the boy poet Thomas Chatterton, Wordsworth's 'marvellous... | |
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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... 
