 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 644 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 steal on inc. And I might feel in the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - 340 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." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - 338 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." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place... | |
 | lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 312 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." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place... | |
 | 1859 - 244 pagine
...are ; I could lie down like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and jet must bear, "Till Death, like sleep, might steal on...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." — Shelley. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain ! The wanderer... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 432 pagine
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still 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.... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 394 pagine
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still 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.... | |
 | Miriam Coles Harris - 1860 - 514 pagine
...nor calm around — 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." SHELLEY. " How late you have slept, Miss !" said Kitty, as she hurried up in answer to my bell. " I... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past;... | |
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I... | |
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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... 
