 Yet now despair itself is mild, Even as the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, 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...  Knight's Quarterly Magazine - Page 1921824Full view - About this book
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 pages
...are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till death, like sleep, might steal on...my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 pages
...• I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 pages
...are ; / could lie down like a tired child, And u-eep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the tea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 pages
...life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and...dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | 1829 - 434 pages
...a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death-like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm...dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | 1829 - 440 pages
...tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death-like sloop might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, 'Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 pages
...are : I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me,...my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 pages
...are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet u «ce that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults... | |
 | 1831 - 542 pages
...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the lite of care Which I have borne and yet most bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear tne Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain in last monotony Some might lament that... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 888 pages
...like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till deatti like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in...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 Ihis sweet day is gone, They... | |
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