 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
 | 1854 - 768 sivua
...must hear, Till death, like deep, might Meal on uic, And I uiiffht feel in the warm air My cheek prow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But the ground was very damp, the rain was pelting, and the air quite cold, and I soon awoke again... | |
 | Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855 - 322 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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 614 sivua
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and still 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." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...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." In two other poems of his, there are likewise passages bearing most singularly on that kind of death,... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1855 - 766 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 sivua
...mild, Even as the winds and waters are ; 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... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 618 sivua
...the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 sivua
...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1858 - 784 sivua
...musical, most melancholy,' where he wishes he could lie down like a tired child, ' Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the aea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.' Poor Shelley ! how glorious a spirit dwelt in him... | |
 | 1858 - 398 sivua
...— " Yet now despair itself is mild, 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 fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that... | |
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