 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
 | 1840 - 368 pągines
...cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. f 166 CHARLES WOLFE. 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. CHARLES WOLFE. 1791-1823. THE BURIAL OF SIR JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum... | |
 | 1840 - 378 pągines
...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that T were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet. CHARLES WOLFE. 1791-1823. THE KUKKl. OF SIR JOHN MOORE. NOT a drum... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 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...one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike thus day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 402 pągines
...brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were eold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Whieh my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this...men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, whieh, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory... | |
 | 1842 - 538 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...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though unenjoyed, like joy in memory yet." The consequence of this intellectual supremacy is to lessen the... | |
 | Robert Chambers - 1844 - 738 pągines
...monotony. 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Oh ! were I by your bounty fed! Nay, gentle lady,...orphan boy has pride. Lady, you weep ! — haļ — «un Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, Uke joy in memory yet Lines to... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 pągines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the eea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insulte with this untimely moan : They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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...which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, ill linger, though emjoy'd, like joy in memory yet. THE FUGITIVES. THE waters are flashing, The white... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 pągines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Home might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for 1 am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret,. Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1848 - 668 pągines
...sadness, hat of that sort of sadness, he nays: •• Some might lament that I were cold, Afl I when thifl sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insnlts with its nntimely moan ; They might lament, for 1 am one Whom men love not, and yet regret,... | |
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