 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 - Pagina 4801824Volledige weergave - Over dit boek
 | 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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 440 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1824 - 488 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1824 - 486 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 604 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 598 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | 1824 - 818 pagina’s
...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... | |
 | 1825 - 828 pagina’s
...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 —... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pagina’s
...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,... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 pagina’s
...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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