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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 College Magazine:, Volume 1

1858
...resignation : — " Yet now despair itself is mild, 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 fever cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." " Some might lament that...
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The Eclectic Review

1858
...despair itself is mild, 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 chock grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament...
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The Poets of the Nineteenth Century

Robert Aris Willmott, Evert Augustus Duyckinck - 1858 - 616 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 Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, • Which my lost heart, too...
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Shelley memorials: from authentic sources, ed. by lady Shelley. To which is ...

lady Jane Shelley - 1859
...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." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was...
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The Shirburnian, Volume 1, Issue 1

1859
...like a tired child And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and jet 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. Ah "hope deferred" is wearing pain ! The wanderer passeth to the sea — Long years of...
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Shelley Memorials: from Authentic Sources. To which is Added an Essay on ...

lady Jane (Gibson) Shelley - 1859 - 308 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." But this dejection — the result of many causes — gave place to a happier mood before the poet was...
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Miscellanies, Volume 1

Charles Kingsley - 1859
...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 there...
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New Miscellanies

Charles Kingsley - 1860 - 375 pages
...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 there...
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Russell's Magazine

Paul Hamilton Payne - 1860
...must bear, Till death, like sleep, might seize on me, Anil I might feel, in the warm air, My cheelc grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony !'' We are told by Mr. Kingsley that II Shelley's range of vision is very narrow, his subjects few,...
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The Golden Treasury of the Best Songs and Lyrical Poems in the English ...

Francis Turner Palgrave - 1861 - 332 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...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...
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