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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... "
Shelley Memorials: From Authentic Sources - Sivu 96
tekijä(t) lady Jane Gibson Shelley - 1875 - 290 sivua
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Nide 94

1824 - 798 sivua
...dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

Spirit of the English Magazines

1824 - 984 sivua
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till deatb like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Nide 31

1831
...in Dejection near Naples," it would seem as if the poet had a secret presentiment of his own death. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...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...

Theatrum Poetarum Anglicanorum: Containing Brief Characters of the English ...

Edward Phillips - 1824 - 310 sivua
...crown'd -— Nor fame , nor power , nor love , nor leisure : Others I see whom these surround , — Yet now despair itself is mild , Even as the winds...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...

Posthumous Poems of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 438 sivua
...— Smiling they live and call life pleasure ; — To me that cup has been dealt in another measure. Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Nide 3

1824 - 488 sivua
...; I could lie down 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...sea Breathe o'er 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...

New Monthly Magazine, and Universal Register, Nide 12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 604 sivua
...winds and waters are j I could lie down like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I bave borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might...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...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Nide 3

1824 - 486 sivua
...; I could lie down 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...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...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Nide 94

1824 - 818 sivua
...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 that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which mylost heart, too soon...

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

1825 - 828 sivua
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, r . Which my lost heart, too...




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