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
| Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 356 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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley ccxxvni THE SCHOLAR My days among the Dead are past; Around me I behold, Where'er these... | |
| Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. I HEARD the dogs bark in the moonlight night, And I went to the window to see the sight ;... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1862 - 524 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,...hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last nlonotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart,... | |
| George William Lyttelton Baron Lyttelton - 1865 - 412 pages
...tired child, And weep away the life of care * Poems, Paris Ed., p. 224. 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... | |
| English poetry - 1865 - 398 pages
...; 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. SHELLEY. VERSES. 'NTHINKING, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and talked, and danced, and sung ; And,... | |
| Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 744 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,...feel 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... | |
| Hubert Ashton Holden - 1866 - 726 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,...sea breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB SHELLEY 586 DELIA 'T'ELL me, my heart, fond slave of hopeless love, JL and doomed its woes wi.thout... | |
| Jeremiah Lewis Diman - 1866 - 726 pages
...care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep should steal on me, And I might fuel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Oh why was he not spared to us one summer more, that we might show him the sea? How all our coast 22... | |
| Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 710 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. PB Shelley. CXI. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. " ~~T)UILD me straight, O worthy Master I \J Stanch and... | |
| Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...I could lie down like a tired child, 30 And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me,...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... | |
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