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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... "
The casquet of literature, a selection in poetry and prose, ed. with notes ... - Страница 18
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The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 94

1824
...Even as the winds and waters are ; I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like...last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely...

Spirit of the English Magazines

1824
...like a tired child, And 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...last monotony Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely...

The New monthly magazine and universal register. [Continued as] The ..., Том 31

...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,...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...

Posthumous Poems

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1824 - 415 страници
...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...last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3

1824
...; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...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 grown old, Insults...

The New Monthly Magazine, Том 12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...a» the wind» and water» are) I could He down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like...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,...

The New Monthly Magazine, Том 12

Thomas Campbell, Samuel Carter Hall, Edward Bulwer Lytton Baron Lytton, Theodore Edward Hook, Thomas Hood, William Harrison Ainsworth - 1824
...winds and waters are j I could lie down like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I bave borne and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might...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...

Knight's Quarterly Magazine, Том 3

Charles Knight - 1824
...; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the load of care Which I have borne and still must bear, Till death, like sleep, might steal on...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...

The Edinburgh Magazine and Literary Miscellany, Том 94

1824
...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...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...

The New Annual Register, Or General Repository of History, Politics, and ...

1825
...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...last monotony. " Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, r . Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with this untimely...




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