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
| John Clark Ridpath - 1903 - 544 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...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... | |
| William Hazlitt - 1904 - 456 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...this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glo 3ry set, , like joy : Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet.' We pass on to some... | |
| 1904 - 1058 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...this untimely moan ; They might lament, — for I ain one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day. which, when the sun Shall on its stainless... | |
| Curtis Hidden Page - 1904 - 942 pągines
...the warm air ly cheek grow cold, and hear the sea ;reathe o'er my dying brain its lust monotony. ome Vhich my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament — for... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1905 - 978 pągines
...may soem to thee, I am happier far than thou, Lady, whose imperial brow Is endiadeiued with woe. v 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,... | |
| Ludwig Herrig - 1906 - 844 pągines
...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea se Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Sonic might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, id Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1909 - 948 pągines
...1824. moist earth Boscombt US. ; moist air 1839 ; west wind Medicin 1847. 17 measured 1SS4 ; v Somo might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; ^o They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not. — and yot regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
| Samuel Swayze Seward - 1909 - 542 pągines
...Treasury version of this poem leaves out the last stanza as Shelley wrote it, and so it is added here. . Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...is gone. Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insuits with ihis untimely moan ; They might lament, for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret,... | |
| William John Courthope - 1910 - 526 pągines
...continue to draw the affection and sympathy of men towards their amiable and most unfortunate author : Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall in its stainless glory set Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. CHAPTER X ROMANTICISM... | |
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