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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... "
Miscellanies - Página 316
por Charles Kingsley - 1859
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Spirit of the English Magazines

1824
...weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear. Till deatb like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow...sea Breathe o'er 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...
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volumen94

1824
...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...sea Breathe o'er 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...
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The New Monthly Magazine and Literary Journal, Volumen31

1831
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Alas ! the coming event had indeed cast its shadow before. The fatal catastrophe was made known to...
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Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volumen3

1824
...weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon...
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Posthumous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 415 páginas
...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...sea Breathe o'er 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...
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Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Volumen3

1824
...weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still 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 Breathe o'er rny dying brain its last monotony. Sonic might lament when I were cold, As I when this sweet day is...
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New Monthly Magazine, Volumen12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...weep away the life of care Which I bave 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 Breathe oVr my dying brain its lust monotony. 44 Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet...
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New Monthly Magazine, Volumen12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...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 »ta Breathe o'er my dying brain its Ust monotony. ' 'Ч "Some might lament tiiai I were cold, As 1,...
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Volumen94

1824
...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 that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which mylost heart, too soon...
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The New Annual Register, Or General Repository of History, Politics, and ...

1825
...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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, r . Which my lost heart, too...
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