 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...  The Metropolitan - Sivu 651835Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | Lyre - 1841 - 374 sivua
...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...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... | |
 | 1842 - 538 sivua
...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...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... | |
 | Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 108 sivua
...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 sivua
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep $ 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some might... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 sivua
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep f 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 sivua
...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 sivua
...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 sivua
...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...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... | |
 | Willis Gaylord Clark - 1847 - 170 sivua
...child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till denth, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Brenthe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Shelley. 'T is a spring hour : the silvery green Of... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 sivua
...child, And weep away this 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 heart grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my outworn brain its last monotony." The line stands... | |
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