 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
 | George Barnett Smith - 1877 - 296 pagine
...me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...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 sun Shall... | |
 | 1877 - 302 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...cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its lust monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is goue, Which my lost... | |
 | Henry Wadsworth Longfellow - 1877 - 302 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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying braiu its last mouotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877 - 514 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...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying 2 brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877 - 536 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...cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying2 brain its last monotony. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1877 - 104 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 Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Amelia B. Edwards - 1878 - 358 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...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 sun Shall... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1878 - 632 pagine
...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. 5. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1878 - 442 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. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too... | |
 | Edmund Blunden - 1948 - 234 pagine
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