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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... "
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The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1831 - 607 страници
...Even as the winds and waten 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...

The Magazine of the beau monde; or, Monthly journal of fashion [afterw.] The ...

...I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the lite of care Which I have borne and yet most bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air My check grow cold, and hear tne Sea Breathe o'er my dying brain in last monotony Some might lament that...

The Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley, with His Life

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1834 - 1004 страници
...like a tired child. And weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till deatti like sleep might steal on me. And I might feel in...grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying hrain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when Ihis sweet day is gone, They...

The Metropolitan, Том 14

1835
...child, And weep away this life of care, Which 1 have berne, and yet must bear. Till death, like tleep, might steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony ! And the second is headed " Mutability," a beautiful little piece. Shelley has been called an atheist:...

The Poetical Works of Coleridge, Shelley, and Keats: Complete in One Volume

Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1838 - 603 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, loo soon grown old, Insults with this untimely...

The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1839 - 363 страници
...Even as the winds and waters are ; I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away the life of eare Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...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 Cambridge University Magazine, Том 1, Брой 1

1840
...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...

Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840
...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,...dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that T were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost heart, too soon grown old, Insults with...

Selections from the British Poets, Том 2

1840
...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,...sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. f 166 CHARLES WOLFE. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this sweet day is gone, Which my...

The Poetical Works of Percy Bysshe Shelley

Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1840 - 363 страници
...the winds and waters are ; I eould lie down like a tired ehild, And weep away the life of eare Whieh I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death like sleep might steal on me, And I might feel in tin warm air My eheek grow eold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some...




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