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" 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 - Page 480
1824
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The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 363 pages
...bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in tin warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were eold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Whieh my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. -And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many...
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Literary Leaves; Or, Prose and Verse Chiefly Written in India, Volume 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many...
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Literary Leaves, Volume 1

David Lester Richardson - 1840
...The sound and the sense are equally impressive. It is even superior to a similar passage in Shelley. —And hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. While on the subject of the sea, I may as well also refer to Lord Byron, whose oceanic poetry has many...
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Complete in Christ

Author of Thoughts in suffering - 1842 - 96 pages
...child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep shall steal on me ; And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Break o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Let the cold despairing tone of these lines witness to...
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Cyclopędia of English literature, Volume 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death eum, " F@ $ 1 A lino seems to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some might...
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Cyclopędia of English Literature: A History, Critical and ..., Volume 2

Robert Chambers - 1844
...like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death to share, jf ust never be my happy lot ; But thou mayst grant this humble prayer, Forget 1 A line мен» to have been lost at this place, probably by an oversight of the transcriber. Some...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 504 pages
...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 grow cold, and hear the eea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this...
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The Poets and Poetry of England: In the Nineteenth Century

Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 504 pages
...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 check grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament...
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: complete in one volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 607 pages
...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Home might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...grown old, Insults with this untimely moan; They might lament—for 1 am one Whom men love not,—and yet regret,. Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall...
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