 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 sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.  American Monthly Knickerbocker - Pągina 542editat per - 1855Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 pągines
...dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet." The pieces, that call to mind Beaumont and Fletcher, are such as... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 pągines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the tea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might 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,... | |
 | 1829 - 434 pągines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, hke joy in memory yet." The Posthumous Poems open with a somewhat long narrative, entitled " Julian... | |
 | 1829 - 440 pągines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...'Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with tlu's untimely moan ; . They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1829 - 575 pągines
...moootony. Some might lament that I vere cold, A» I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, loo soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am oue Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its -iinil.--... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pągines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet. WRITTEN IN A LADY'S ALBUM. BY JOHN MALCOLM. As sweeps the bark before... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pągines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. «hroud ! And would we aught behold, of higher worth,...loveless ever-aniious crowd, Ah ! from the soul itself luve not, — nfid yet regret, Unlike mis day, which, when the sun Shall on it» stainless glory set,... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pągines
...brain in last monotony Some might lament that I were cold, At I, when this tweet day is gone, Which ray lost heart, too soon grown old. Insults with this...not;— and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the snn Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. THE PHYSIOGNOMIST.... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 634 pągines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the 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, loo soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love... | |
 | 1840 - 528 pągines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet. HI. LINES. WHEN the lamp is shatter'd, The light in the dust lies... | |
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