 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 4801824Full view - About this book
 | Thomas Shorter - 1861 - 438 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. 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
...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...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
...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, And I might feel in...old, Insults with this untimely moan ; They might lament—for I am one Whom men love not, and yet regret, Unlike this day, which, when the sun Shall... | |
 | English poetry - 1865 - 398 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. SHELLEY. VERSES. 'NTHINKING, idle, wild, and young, I laughed, and talked, and danced, and sung ; And,... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1865 - 744 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 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
...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 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... | |
 | Carroll Ryan - 1867 - 332 pages
...dissolution blest I THE LAMENT OF ARMAND. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this swer t day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely moan ; — " ****** « * * I live to show How much men bear, and die not." —Slietley. Beneath the shade... | |
 | Caroline Matilda Kirkland - 1868 - 712 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. CXI. THE BUILDING OF THE SHIP. " T3UILD me straight, O worthy Master 1 _D Stanch and strong,... | |
 | Richard Chenevix Trench (abp. of Dublin) - 1868 - 458 pages
...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, And I might feel in 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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