 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
 | William John Courthope - 1913 - 506 pàgines
...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...and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun CHAPTER X ROMANTICISM IN ENGLISH POETRY POETRY AND PAINTING : JOHN KEATS THE principle of poetic introspection,... | |
 | Lucius Hudson Holt - 1915 - 952 pàgines
...in the warm ai" My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony barge they came. There those three queens Put forth...their hands, and took the King, and wept. But ahe that f They might lament — for I am one Wliom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | George Benjamin Woods - 1916 - 1604 pàgines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my monotony. dying brain its last 40 ` `,H `, 0 `, 45 Will linger, though enjoyed, like joy in memory yet. LINES WRITTEN DURING THE CASTLEREAGH ADMINISTRATION... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 530 pàgines
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 36 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,... | |
 | Franklyn Bliss Snyder, Robert Grant Martin - 1916 - 944 pàgines
...the warm air [y cheek grow cold, and hear the sea ithe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. 36 jme Tiich my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; 40 They might lament —... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1915 - 278 pàgines
...warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea 35 Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. V. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; 4° They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
 | George Roy Elliott, Norman Foerster - 1923 - 864 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,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1924 - 520 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...moan; They might lament - for I am one Whom men love not,-andyet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall on its stainless glory set, Will linger,... | |
 | Curtis Hidden Page - 1910 - 966 pàgines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear this sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its lust monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown Insults with this untimely moan , They might lament — for I am one Whom men love not, — and yet... | |
 | George William McClelland - 1925 - 1178 pàgines
...in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. eorXt 4 ° They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret, Unlike this day, which,... | |
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