| Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pagine
...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...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... | |
| 1840 - 378 pagine
...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...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that T were cold, As I, when this sweet day... | |
| 1840 - 528 pagine
...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...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... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pagine
...winds and waters are ; I eould lie down like a tired ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in tin warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some... | |
| Lyre - 1841 - 366 pagine
...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,...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... | |
| Lyre - 1841 - 374 pagine
...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,...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... | |
| 1842 - 538 pagine
...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...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... | |
| Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 108 pagine
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep shall steal on me ; And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Break o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Let the cold despairing tone of these lines witness to... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 746 pagine
...winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have $ o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place, probably by... | |
| Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagine
...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...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place, probably... | |
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