 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 318por Charles Kingsley - 1859Vista completa - Acerca de este libro
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1826 - 156 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,...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%rown... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 498 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 430 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Alaric Alexander Watts - 1828 - 422 páginas
...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 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... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 500 páginas
...life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | Leigh Hunt - 1828 - 512 páginas
...u-eep 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 tea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. "Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this... | |
 | 1829 - 434 páginas
...And weep away the life of care Which I have born 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... | |
 | 1829 - 440 páginas
...And weep away the life of care Which I have born and yet must bear, Till death-like sloop 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... | |
 | Lyre - 1830 - 396 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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 628 páginas
...weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal ceive but what we give, And in our lifo alone does...SIBYLLINE LEAVES. Out« a her wedding-garment, cure her 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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