 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
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 608 páginas
...weep away the life of care Which I have home, 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." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonecraft,... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 614 páginas
...away the life 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." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,... | |
 | Charles Mitchell Charles - 1855 - 322 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...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Shelley. WHILE Sir Herve de Leon was reading despatches from the enemy — his eye eager, his heart... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1855 - 770 páginas
...the winds and waters are ; 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 - 1855 - 766 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... | |
 | Richard Robert Madden - 1855 - 618 páginas
...the life of care Which I have borne, and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on ma, And I might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." The second Mrs. Shelley was the daughter of William Godwin, by his union with Mary Woolstonceraft,... | |
 | Robert Aris Willmott - 1857 - 436 páginas
...bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And 1 might feel in the warm air My cheek grow wet, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I was cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1858 - 784 páginas
...melancholy,' where he wishes he could lie down like a tired child, ' Till death, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel, in the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the aea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony.' Poor Shelley ! how glorious a spirit dwelt in him... | |
 | 1858 - 812 páginas
...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 that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is done, Which my lost heart, too soon... | |
 | 1858 - 398 páginas
...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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