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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... "
Spirit of the English Magazines - Sivu 480
1824
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The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Nide 31

1831
...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. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before. The fatal catastrophe was made known to...

Posthumous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 415 sivua
...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...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Nide 3

1824
...like a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in...my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Nide 3

1824
...like a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in...My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er rny dying brain its last monotony. Sonic might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is...

New Monthly Magazine, Nide 12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I bave borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe oVr my dying brain its lust monotony. 44 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...

The New Monthly Magazine, Nide 12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...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 »ta Breathe o'er my dying brain its Ust monotony. ' 'Ч "Some might lament tiiai I were cold, As 1,...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Nide 94

1824
...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...

The New Annual Register, Or General Repository of History, Politics, and ...

1825
...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...that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, r . Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament —...

Miscellaneous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 144 sivua
...like a tired child, An.i 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...when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon%rown oUl, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not,...

Lord Byron and Some of His Contemporaries: With Recollections of the ..., Nide 1

Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 513 sivua
...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...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,...




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