 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...  Spirit of the English Magazines - Pagina 4801824Visualizzazione completa - Informazioni su questo libro
 | 1840 - 368 pagine
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. f 166 CHARLES WOLFE. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pagine
...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 might lament that I were eold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Whieh my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 376 pagine
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. -And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 352 pagine
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many... | |
 | David Lester Richardson - 1840 - 354 pagine
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. —And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many... | |
 | 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
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death eum, " F@ $ 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some might... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pagine
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death to share, jf ust never be my happy lot ; But thou mayst grant this humble prayer, Forget 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pagine
...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 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... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 pagine
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
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