 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
 | 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... | |
 | George Moore - 1973 - 194 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. MOORE. The value of the anthology, if we compile it, would be that it creates a new standard. Of course,... | |
 | William Makepeace Thackeray - 1882 - 836 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. Mabel, looking down through the still clear water at The deep's untrampled floor, With green and purple... | |
 | Edgar Mertner, Leigh Hunt, Leigh Hunt - 968 pagine
...like a tired child, And weep away He life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in...lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan : They might lament,... | |
 | Verlyn Klinkenborg, Herbert Cahoon, Pierpont Morgan Library - 1981 - 332 pagine
...•« l"';.i / 1 • fn r'-» . - -ii i —i ,ii I'vt \-i '. n-.trr»t invix i*"v t\l» hi! I hiith like Sleep might steal on me/ And I might feel in the ti'rttnt nir/ My cheek grow cold, 6- />e*rf/»e 5ea/ Breathe if5 /4rt monotony »>r \dwir »MijjAl... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1994 - 752 pagine
...the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and...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... | |
 | Andrew Rutherford - 1995 - 536 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony! . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True: but why beautiful? Because there... | |
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