 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
 | Henry Troth Coates - 1881 - 1138 pàgines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. And humbly hope for more. My life, if Thou preserv'st...must be my doom, Shall join my soul to Thee. JOSEPH tahalí on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'cl, like joy in memory yet. PERCY BYSSHB... | |
 | Matthew Arnold - 1881 - 654 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...untimely moan. They might lament — for I am one I Whom men love not, and yet regret ; J Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless... | |
 | English lyrics - 1883 - 340 pàgines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying hrain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glnry set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. CLXXII. SONG. TO THF. MEN OF F.NflI.ANI>.... | |
 | Frederic William Farrar - 1883 - 326 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...yet regret ; Unlike this day, which, when the sun TO Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory ; Odours, when sweet violets sicken, Live within... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1888 - 332 pàgines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 5. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...— for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret ; Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. Decemher,... | |
 | 1890 - 302 pàgines
...following lines from Shelley's 'Stanzas written in Dejection near Naples' (quoted in note to No. 62) — 'Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan.' I hear the echoes through the mountains throng, The winds come to me from the fields of sleep, And... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1891 - 766 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...— and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. THE WOODMAN... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1892 - 634 pàgines
...hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, Which my lost heart, too soon 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 aun Shall... | |
 | Ainsworth Rand Spofford, Charles Gibbon - 1893 - 464 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...Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger, though enjoy'd, like joy in memory yet. THE ONLY SAFE PILOT. Hail is a torch borne in the wind; a dream But... | |
 | Thomas Humphry Ward - 1894 - 862 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...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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