 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...  Spirit of the English Magazines - Página 4801824Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | James Anthony Froude, John Tulloch - 1853 - 770 páginas
...weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My cheek...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !' . . . Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True ; but why beautiful? Because... | |
 | John Holmes Agnew, Walter Hilliard Bidwell - 1854 - 608 páginas
...away this life of care, Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death like sleep might seize ځA T v 8 z 3 n 6 Y 0K i 2 Ǝ Z u7 Ҧ...j E k K!% Y чY ++H[z 3( є ( Q o ^ T 9 !" Too beautiful to laugh at, however empty and sentimental. True; but why beautiful? Because there... | |
 | 1854 - 768 páginas
...must hear, Till death, like deep, might Meal on uic, And I uiiffht feel in the warm air My cheek prow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But the ground was very damp, the rain was pelting, and the air quite cold, and I soon awoke again... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 614 páginas
...a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,... | |
 | Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855 - 322 páginas
...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 me, And I might feel, in...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." In two other poems of his, there are likewise passages bearing most singularly on that kind of death,... | |
 | Charles Fenno Hoffman, Timothy Flint, Lewis Gaylord Clark, Kinahan Cornwallis, John Holmes Agnew - 1855 - 706 páginas
...and still in '/*'£ bear, ^ TiU death-lite Леер might eteal on me, AnA Imigktftd intlie warm air 'Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this...too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; Thev might lament ; for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 618 páginas
...the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 páginas
...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 426 páginas
...sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, aud hear the sea Hrcathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with... | |
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