 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...  Knight's Quarterly Magazine - Pàgina 1921824Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | 1824 - 798 pàgines
...are ; I could He 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,...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 grown old, Insults... | |
 | 1824 - 984 pàgines
...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...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 grown old, Insults... | |
 | 1831
...; 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...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 - 438 pàgines
...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,...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 grown old, Insults... | |
 | Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth, William Ainsworth - 1824 - 604 pàgines
...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 steal on me....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 pàgines
...are) I could He 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....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 pàgines
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament... | |
 | 1825 - 828 pàgines
...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...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 soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 pàgines
...are ; t could lie down 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,...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%rown oUl, Insults... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 422 pàgines
...; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...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 grown old, Insults... | |
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