 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagine
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the eea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insulte with this untimely moan : They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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, ill linger,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 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 - 1847 - 638 pagine
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Home might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for 1 am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret,. Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1848 - 668 pagine
...sadness, hat of that sort of sadness, he nays: •• Some might lament that I were cold, Afl I when thifl sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insnlts with its nntimely moan ; They might lament, for 1 am one Whom men love not, and yet regret,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 pagine
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea [Breathe o'er my dying brain its lost monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; ~^fc¿ They might lament — for I am one "» Whom men love not, — and yet regjgj, . Unlike this... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 532 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...old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lamant — for I am one Whom men lore not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 528 pagine
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hoar 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 tliis untimely moan; They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this... | |
 | Daniel Scrymgeour - 1850 - 596 pagine
...I, when this sweet day is gone, Whieh my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insnlts with this nntimely moan : They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not — and yet regret,1 Unlike this day, whieh, when the snn Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Samuel Longfellow - 1853 - 228 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,... | |
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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... 
