 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 pagine
...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...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 422 pagine
...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...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 pagine
...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 grown old, Insults with...They might lament, for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 pagine
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the tea 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 grown old, Insults with this untimely moan : They might lament,... | |
 | 1829 - 434 pagine
...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...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | 1829 - 440 pagine
...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...'Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with tlu's untimely moan ; . They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pagine
...moootony. Some might lament that I vere cold, A» I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, loo soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am oue Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its -iinil.--... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pagine
...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...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not ; — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pagine
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. «hroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth,...loveless ever-aniious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself luve not, — nfid yet regret, Unlike mis day, which, when the sun Shall on it» stainless glory set,... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pagine
...brain in last monotony Some might lament that I were cold, At I, when this tweet day is gone, Which ray lost heart, too soon grown old. Insults with this...might lament-— for I am one Whom men love not;— and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the snn Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
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Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the... 
