 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1845 - 558 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...feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the eea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Rufus Wilmot Griswold - 1846 - 540 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,...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... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1847 - 578 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...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... | |
 | Samuel Taylor Coleridge - 1847 - 638 страници
...Even us the winds and waters are; I could lie down like a tired child, Atid weep away the life of care Which I have borne and yet must bear, Till death like...the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Ireathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Home might lament that I were cold, As I, when this... | |
 | Thomas Medwin - 1847 - 408 страници
...as the winds and waters are. I could lie down like a tired child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till Death...steal on me, And I might feel in the warm air, My heart grow cold, and hear the sea Breathe o'er my outworn brain its last monotony." The line stands... | |
 | Willis Gaylord Clark - 1847 - 170 страници
...a tried child, And weep away this life of care, Which I have borne and still must bear, Till denth, like sleep, might steal on me, And I might feel, in...the warm air, My cheek grow cold, and hear the sea Brenthe o'er my dying brain its last monotony." Shelley. 'T is a spring hour : the silvery green Of... | |
 | Percy Bysshe Shelley - 1849 - 406 страници
...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...and hear the sea [Breathe o'er my dying brain its lost monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As I when this sweet day is gone, Which my lost... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 532 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...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... | |
 | Edward Shepherd Creasy - 1850 - 528 страници
...Even as the winds and waters are; I could lio down like a tired child, And weep away the life of care Which I have borne, and yet must bear, Till death...might feel in the warm air My cheek grow cold, and hoar the sea Breathe o'er my dying brain its last monotony. Some might lament that I were cold, As... | |
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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... 
