 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 - Pàgina 542editat per - 1855Visualització completa - Sobre aquest llibre
 | George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 412 pàgines
...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...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 744 pàgines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the eea Breath o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely inoan; They mightHament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | Carroll Ryan - 1867 - 332 pàgines
...dissolution blest I THE LAMENT OF ARMAND. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this swer t day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; — " ****** « * * I live to show How much men bear, and die not." —Slietley. Beneath the shade... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pàgines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; 40 They might lament— for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | Edward Dingle - 1868 - 350 pàgines
...world ? Who that puffs such men for their mere talent can be called a patriot? truly might he say — "for I am one Whom men love not; and yet regret — Unlike this day, which when the sun Shall in its stainless glory set — Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory set." What a contrast... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1870 - 628 pàgines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. v. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, andjyet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | 1870 - 462 pàgines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; 40 They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret; Unlike this day, which, when... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1871 - 742 pàgines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breath 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. They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when... | |
 | Casket - 1874 - 840 pàgines
...and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony Some might lament that I were cold, AH I, when this sweet day is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon grown i>M, Insults with this untimely moan. They might lament, — for I am one Whom men love not, and yet... | |
 | George Barnett Smith - 1877 - 296 pàgines
...me, and a tone Arises from its measured motion, How sweet! did any heart now share in my emotion. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...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... | |
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