 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 4801824Koko teos - Tietoja tästä kirjasta
 | 1858 - 398 sivua
...resignation : — " 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... | |
 | 1858 - 812 sivua
...despair itself is mild, 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 chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 642 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 the warm air Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, • Which my lost heart, too... | |
 | lady Jane Shelley - 1859 - 340 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was... | |
 | 1859 - 244 sivua
...like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and jet 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." — Shelley. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain ! The wanderer passeth to the sea — Long years of... | |
 | Mary Wollstonecraft Shelley - 1859 - 338 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1859 - 432 sivua
...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... | |
 | Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 394 sivua
...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... | |
 | Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860 - 614 sivua
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might seize on me, Anil I might feel, in the warm air, My cheelc grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !'' We are told by Mr. Kingsley that II Shelley's range of vision is very narrow, his subjects few,... | |
 | Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these... | |
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